Sometimes we as men are expected to know just what to say .or just what to do, when the reallity of the truth is that we as men are clueless most of the time .yet we are trained to fake it until we figure it out.

How do you tell

someone that is hurting ,

that the hurt

will surely pass.

When do you tell,

 the one you love .

That your faith, has run out of gas.

For reasons unknown,

 im empty inside ,

like an eggshell ,cracked on the ground .

Im feeling alone ,

even though,

everyone else is around

These feeling are heavy,

 and I am week ,

I dont know how long I can last .

I wish I could jump,

 into my future .

So that this time,

could be the past .

but I must deal,

 with the day as it is.

And deal with all that I can .

At the end of the day ,

this is what i do best,

Because this is the life of a man .

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  • Mr Ghaz on Aug 25, 2009

    Well done!..this was lovely and wonderful poem. I liked it. Thanks a lot for sharing.

  • revivor on Aug 25, 2009

    very good – nice swing to it with a tinge of sadness.
    (week should be weak) lovely poem

  • rutherfranc on Aug 27, 2009

    that’s a positive point of view..

  • lindalulu on Aug 29, 2009

    Nice poem and positive

  • Juancav on Aug 29, 2009

    Deep poem,looking for a solution.

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