Diamond In The Rough Poem by Darryn John Murphy

Sketching roughly my own persona
Is it true that I am a just loner
Scruffy hair yet gentle stare
Never had such an interest in the flair
Compared to those who live out there

For I am meek and not that sleek
As I walk along this lonely street
As I watch these cobblestones beneath my feet
But in my life I never feel that incomplete

Mirror reflections point out my own imperfections
Recollections I would never hope to find

Chiselled nor was I carved from stone
Withered flesh of skin and born
I was never set before a throne
But in my heart I am at home

Sketched upon my withered hand
The promise made by a simple man
With the dimples hidden in my smile
Sky blue a look within my stare
Does it show how much I really care