The Tell of the Frail Big Boys Don'T Cry
What's the point you ask ?
The sheer unadulterated love of it
I do it for fun
To overcome
What I have become
Rather this than other things
To pass my time
Read between the lines
And what you will find
Is i confess my crime's
I say what's said in my head
Underpinned in subtle verse
My imagination disperses what shyness hides
Inside my cask wrought timid shell
So my truth can expel
My frailties I walk beside
In order to hide
From everyone I have ever met
A life forged by regret
For fear to let my demons lie
Big boys don't cry
Neither must i
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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