His Demons Ride Him Hard
But what are his choices
He stands strong when he feels his weakest,
Committed to the responsibilities swinging heavily on his shoulders,
A mistake, maybe, but the deed has been done,
As he listens to his thoughts, weighing as heavy as boulders.
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He can no longer walk that path of infinite youth,
His decision, wrong or right, now play to action,
Regrets by the million but what’s he to do,
Draw by the attraction although it’s nothing more than a distraction.
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He whispers to the Universe in a hurry to partake,
Life moves along its roller coaster at its inconvenience,
Relief on the sidewalk as his feet pound in time,
Struggles, dramas, give him a break, allow him some lenience.
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His head awash with the different stories,
None of them wrong, right within their own existence,
Weeding the toxicity from his words,
Careful to forego their very insistence.
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An outpouring of love, conventionally past judgement,
Wickedness held in abeyance, not in line with his permission,
Holding strong, holding on for dear life,
Head hanging, pain etched inside, heart in remission.
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His song thunders through the back story of his year,
Shooting memories across his imaginary screen,
An explosion of activity, decisions too important,
Torn into two, conflicting in between.
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Yesterday the horridness finally hit home,
Changes in the wind, time to reflect,
Mistakes are lessons unlearned, his choice,
Knowing all he will regret.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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This was so sad. I could feel the weight of the world crushing him. Very well done!
Beautiful piece. Well done, my friend.