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Born of Flesh
I was born
To this flesh
A man of
Worry and doubt
Used to be
I never cared
No, I did
It's just now
Where I once
Hid in darkness
Is illuminated, bright
I can see
Clear and far
And everyone else
Seems not so
They brood, boil
Hardened yet soft
Moved around, shifting
Chameleons with camouflage
But no one
Comes even close
To the spot
In the Sun
Where I lay
My aching head
To this flesh
A man of
Worry and doubt
Used to be
I never cared
No, I did
It's just now
Where I once
Hid in darkness
Is illuminated, bright
I can see
Clear and far
And everyone else
Seems not so
They brood, boil
Hardened yet soft
Moved around, shifting
Chameleons with camouflage
But no one
Comes even close
To the spot
In the Sun
Where I lay
My aching head
Published 1st Sep 2014
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2nd Sep 2014 2:08pm
A man of
Worry and doubt ... This strikes such a chord.
This piece moves flawlessly, and I love the internal questions it raises.
Worry and doubt ... This strikes such a chord.
This piece moves flawlessly, and I love the internal questions it raises.
3rd Sep 2014 8:18pm
