Men Of Fear Poem by Saint Cynosure
Men Of Fear
I am not the only,
broken man.
With broken dreams,
and empty plans.
A man who prays for better things,
which never ever come his way.
So many men are just like me,
they find life's unforgiving.
But somehow yet still walk the earth,
dead amongst the living.
Dead because they plan no more,
their stuck just where their at.
With eyes of tears because of fears,
of what their lives beget.
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