on things unsaidA Poem by J. B. Tweedfor those situations when you have to use your own experiences and mistakes to prevent another's heartbreak and ruin...With faltering steps, you approach the f e n c e, greener grass beckoning. I watch, screaming whispers in vain. I pull on my tattered armor, forged in the fires of my own mistakes, and wage the war for your happiness. As you hesitate, the silent battle rages to protect you from yourself. Exhausted but victorious, I am left picking up the pieces of my b r o k e n reality. Do you notice my tortured glances—my battle scars unhealing? I have no armor to protect me from the questions in your eyes.
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1 Review Added on April 24, 2008 Last Updated on April 24, 2008 AuthorJ. B. TweedAsheville, NCAboutwho am i? i am a conquistador... my life, at this point, is a continual rediscovery of self. what will i find--a friend or an enemy... or both? more..Writing
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