HEA Poem by wezev511
He is a man and that is not who he is
He is ‘funny’ He is ‘sociable’ He is ‘clever’ He can be ‘anything he wants to be " if he just applies himself’ He only seems to know what he doesn’t want to be He is a deep pool of fizzy dark water He is the all-knowing idiot, the sad joker and the lost explorer He is becoming increasingly complicated and is afraid He is strongly vulnerable and comfortable in his insecure skin He is secretly angry, quietly judging and ashamed of it all He is filled with nothingness and everything, all at the same time He is swimming in unconscious ignorance and is consciously desperate to reflect He is chasing an ideal whilst constantly questioning its reality He wants the unfathomable being that he is; to be understood , yet doesn’t understand himself He feels lost in a complex world he has created for himself He demands answers he can’t give to his own complex questions He is trying to do the right thing and is self-righteous He is coping and struggling He is desperate and pathetic He is an oxymoron; a walking contradiction He is lukewarm " He is tired Can you see him? “He is me” The ‘Good Man’ (2015) © 2015 wezev511Reviews
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