poem

something you cant think to see
eight more scars sit in front of me
talk kind but drain no weak
for a young mind seem tae be weak
but some how walked frow differnt streets
and from this the heart found a shield
for once my self shall reveal
from a man a soul that had no shame to
tell a story most men would never
for my mind was like a bomb
no more tik tok no more shame to talk
last poem of this kind
[my words lee smillie]

 

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