Ace Of Black Hearts
The Permanent Structure - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
But of the invisible.
The white smoke that appears as a ghost.
You must let go.
Clear your mind.
Bring yourself into the present time.
Agony is watching someone suffer and know you can do nothing.
Especially when you love them.
To empower, to give strength.
When in the mind the chalk board becomes blank.
An empty sheet is still waiting to be written.
Solitude waits by the fire from where I'm sitting.
A pattern not to be repeated, and I concede that I must tell someone of these dark secrets.
As my heart tells me divulge them.
I know that some will not understand.
How can he talk like this, how he can speak of crying on his knees?
Is he not a grown man?
Is he not suppose to be strong?
Is showing my emotions so wrong?
Does it make me weak?
Should I instead lash out in anger?
Why don't others see the danger in that?
A crack from the whip across my back again and again.
Is their not anybody I can call a friend?
A question I hope not to see at my end.
A rope not to be hung from.
And the time has come.
For let me just stand strong.
Let others sit on my shoulders.
Be the man I never thought I could.
A birth of a sturdy hard wood.
Let it not bow even the harshest environment.
A permanent structure protected by primer and paint.
A home that never sank or will sink.
Of the thoughts that run across my head.
And of the images that will never completely leave.
I will not dwell on them.
For what is done, is only a rerun.
Let them stay back there as I'm looking for new paths and ways.
I'm still here and I will no matter what you say enjoy my stay.
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