Too Bold Poem by Bradford Poet

He walks far and wide,
Hundreds of miles if he could count,
With all the suffering locked away,
You wouldn't believe,
That he is afraid,
Living in fear,
Not knowing which way to steer,
When he's inside,
He falls behind,
The tears pour,
The anger with a belting roar,
But when he is out,
His mind does shout,
The flushes erupt,
He tries to tell them to shut up,
Sometimes they work,
But most of the time they just deeply hurt,
As he hides his past,
Trying not to end up back,
In ways its hard,
The love that harmed,
But as much as it hurts,
He knows theirs was fake,
So as he walks on,
With that constant ache,
He knows it will pass,
And the future will be a blast,
What can he say,
As he lights up his way,

By James Aykroyd