The way of the stoic
Seemed wise to me at first.
“You should be heroic”
Till mind be fit to burst.
The ground felt so unsafe
Your view of me seemed frail.
For though I act in faith
You felt that I had failed.
To you I bore the fault
Though I was not to blame.
For what was it I’d sought
But approval, not shame.
Now stuck in a mire
Of unheard emotion.
I’m burning in fire
Despite my devotion.
I have ignored my fears
And my face remained dry.
I’ve forsaken my tears
And forgot how to cry.
My eyes, they may glisten
But the tears will not come.
But once would you listen!
I’m not stoic, I’m numb.
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Dustin Walker
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