“Your circuits dead, there’s something wrong”…

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He lives his life…
Like Walter Mitty…

Each dark night…
A different city…

Finding courage…
Round every corner…

To be extraordinary…
Not a life mourner…

Each new adventure…
Carefullly designed…

With colours so vivid…
They fucking blind…

And a beautiful girl…
Upon his arm…

Keeping her safe…
Away from harm…

Then leaving her…
As he moves on…

To another heartbeat…
And a different song…

But it’s not real…
It’s all in his head…

On the darker days…
He never leaves his bed…

The depression takes hold…
Grips him deep inside…

And for each black moment…
His Eye Will Not Cry…

Refusing to release…
Sealed up so tight…

As he fights his demons…
Every single night…

But no one sees…
And no one cares…

So he keeps it hidden…
As he could never share…

Because they won’t get it…
Or begin to understand…

How his life changed…
The day he lost her hand…

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20 responses to ““Your circuits dead, there’s something wrong”…

    • Do I reply to comment 1,2 or 3 🙂 – Sorry this one didn’t work for you – plenty more to discover in my pages – or feel free to write your version and submit as a guest poet – would love to hear from you Acatkiss! Cheers J

      • I am not sure how to do the guest poet thing but….I gave it a go….I put the hyperlink in- Eye Will Not Cry-when I used a Word to edit but it didn’t follow when copied/pasted here… I won’t be offended if you hate it 🙂

        He lives his life…
        Like Walter Mitty…
        Each dark night…
        A different city…

        Peering around…
        Every corner…
        Being extraordinary…
        Not a life mourner…

        Each adventure…
        Carefully designed…
        With colours so vivid…
        They fucking blind…

        A beautiful girl…
        Upon his arm…
        Keeping her safe…
        Away from harm…

        Then leaving her…
        And moving on…
        Another heartbeat…
        A different song…

        But it’s not real…
        It’s all in his head…
        On the darker days…
        Never leaves his bed…

        Woe takes hold…
        Grips deep inside…
        And for each black moment…
        Eye Will Not Cry…

        Refusing to release…
        What’s sealed up so tight…
        He fights his demons…
        Every single night…

        No one sees…
        And no one cares…
        So he keeps it hidden…
        How could he ever share…

        Because they won’t get it…
        Or begin to understand…
        How his life changed…
        The day he lost her hand…

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