Fuck!

They tell me I'm to blame for all the ills that befall us all!!!
This deep inner rage, that in silence, shred's every part of me,
A bleeding heart full of anger,
This inner drumming in my brain is slowly driving me insane,
YET! Do I have to be me? Whatever that would ever likely to be?
Put on a show be brave! Big boys don't cry! And all that crap,
Yet! Each sound of my heartbeat attempts,
To hold it back, the floodgates of tears in case I should,
But no!
It's not to be!
Because I am just me!
So what! The tears that come,
So what! My face is obscured,
So what! I have nothing to give,
But yet through all of this I live.
The purpose I have?
No answer to give,
This soul keeps on ticking,
Or is it? Just mimicking,
A life that was or is,
A man that lives,
without a cause to give.

Drew Balfour © 15/02/20