Poem -

The Cork

The Cork

Unfasten
the 
Cork

Whiskey
numbs
the 
truth
of 
who
I am 
not

Intellectually
gifted

use
my
verse
to deflect
the 
lack
of courage
I hold

Like minds
serve
as a comfort
but
also turns
into 
a
shiv
when 
I am called
on 
my bullshit

There is 
darkness
there is
pain
and
as
I beg
for the light
I suffocate
the flame
with my 
unruly 
hand

Self destruction
justifies
the 
abandonment
to change

A prisoner of war
to 
the inability
of walking the line

No one asked 
that
you
conform

Pride
is weakness
not
the acceptance
of 

helping
hand

The strongest
Men
Are
The 
Ones
Who
Have
Constantly
Fallen

In every
Coward
There
Is
An
evolving
Hero

Whether
are
Not
The
Warrior
Manifest
Though
Depends
On
The first
Step......

 

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Being Me

In every

Coward

There

Is

An

evolving

Hero

I had to quote this from you, Greg, because I think it is so very, very true!  Something else I know to be true is that YOU most definitely are gifted in your writing. You have such a unique style and I am glad you share your talents with us here on Cosmo x

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Being Me

As I do you, Greg.  Hugs ? x

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Marion

Absolutely love the last verses of this Greg though I can see that has already been pointed out, you are right, we are never complete there is always more to us be it good or bad, we are evolving constantly and I agree with Tina, you are a cracking writer ?

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