Michael Jenkins

Morning wakes me, another new day
a chance for renewal, for another way to escape my fate.
My senses are heightened, my nerves steeled
awaiting the call of the men
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In a month, another birthday will pass;
should I be brash or be a gentleman with class?
Why would that be important you might ask;
well, to know that, you'd have to know my past.
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Always there, but not overreaching
Stepping in only when needed
They stay just within sight
Waiting, watching
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I wouldn't know where to start on this
Good or bad, right or wrong
such simple words for a very complex situation
So many words, and yet a feeling of speechlessness
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Every morning I wake
Often I see
my life staring up at me.
They offer no words, no comfort or relief
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Ambiguous, the mind of one who has seen much but knows little
the world makes a sound neither known nor heard
I sit, pondering
asking, is this all there is
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Scattered, broken, seared
traumatized by the sight
Worn down by fears
Torn by doubt
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It's been awhile and still haven't spoken
feelings raw, thoughts pondered yet forsaken
Hours, then days
Days into weeks
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If I could go back and have my way
the loved ones I'd lost would be here today.
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