Best Poems Written by Justin Adams

Because of Myself

Because of myself, I am not myself.

I have broken down, limb by limb every branch in my tree.

They plead against me now.

Why isn't he being himself? 

What love has one had, in which hasn't been given?

Did I run to far from the church bells?

I stand in front of the mirror, demanding love for myself.

Have my loved ones faulted me?

Did I not grow to be a knight? 

Was my sword too dull for the wicked?

My strength has drawn to a slumber.

I could drink myself into a stooper… what good would that leave me?

Have I left myself ?

Where did I go?

I should have reminded myself that I was needed.
 I guess I'll find myself one day.
I hope it's before old age finds me.

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