Reading my poems
I've always written what was on my mind,
spewing stories of that moment in time.
Each word written,
was painful and enlightening.
My truth,
frightening! !
As I cry through every poem,
about me...
wanting to roam,
there is something I have to say,
no matter what I do,
I'm okay.
I have my faith,
my morals to get me through.
I see that I'm sinking,
my pity has got the best of me,
therefore...
until I fix what I'm truly thinking,
I will never be free.
Not a man...
although easy to blame,
what is wrong,
is me!
poem by JAR Poet
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