Hidden
Man is never called beautiful.
But by peeling the bandage,
one illuminates the wound,
that rarely bleeds.
He wanders thru life
with feelings not well cultivated.
Seemingly, in a controlled panic
to make the moment agreeable.
But when he rises from the bubbling pool,
reversible expectations begin to bloom.
Hardy gentleness sprout,
only to swallow heart and soul.
Copyright © Anthony Nicolo | Year Posted 2008
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