The Troubled Man
The Troubled Man
Trouble sits like a quiet trigger at his shoulder
He is calm
No one knows him
Or knows the places and things he has seen
He sit there calm
Quiet thoughtful
Respectful of his surroundings
They cannot see the art self-control
Adept without a muscle twitch
He is calm
But there is a pissed off monster lurking in his blood
He is calm
Only injustice
And peoples lack of respect
Can irk it to retaliate
Then some may learn what the fizzog of a pissed off monster
Really looks like
But
He is calm
And to the surprise of many
Should they discover
That this man writes poetry
But they never ask
Perhaps it’s the monster
That keeps him away
And keeps them at bay
Keeps him quiet
From the things he has seen
Places he has been
And done
But he is calm
The manic maniac monster
Has become philosophical of late
Darn site
Calmer
Than he used to be
Less of a trigger
And more of a Tiger
Lurking in the background
But still
He is a troubled man
By injustice
And disrespect
His self control
Adept without a muscles twitch
He is calm
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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