A Dammed Sight Poem by Matthew Holloway

A dammed sight
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I’m growing old
My eyes failing
Still I see the underbelly
That dark side of man
I know its smell
That stink we hide from
I hear it everyday
Lies and betrayal
Backstabbing stories
Made to protect and attack
I’m growing old
My minds fleeting
But still I know
Still I remember
The hard lesson learnt
Those that beat me
Left me whimpering
Like a little child
Fail and scared
My skin should be tough
Hard like a rhinos
But it’s soft, still
Easily cut
There are years ahead of me
Years of lies, stories
Being hurt and cut
Watching the world
With worn out tired eyes
Fighting quietly
Not making much sound
I’m growing old
Too old I feel at times
To be knowing this
And to be seeing that
I know and I see
I’ve heard and I remember
The stink in the underbelly
The dark side of man
It carries on daily
Weekly, yearly
And still I see it
Still I see it