Inert

A Poem by Caboj

Once a boy,

Always a man.

Becoming such takes countless breaths,

Countless regrets, and untrained attempts.

Tell me what you want to see.

Tell me I'm the diagnosis of your symphony.

Tell me I can unwind your consciousness.

Tell me I can relinquish this affliction.

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Startlingly honest and raw. Unrealistic expectations of what it means to be a man. Extremely well expressed.

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Added on August 29, 2016
Last Updated on August 30, 2016

I'm 20. I have just recently started writing. I work at NTB, so not really the fitting description of a writer. more..

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