I am not afraid.
I am not afraid.
I’m a frayed end
tattered
ragged
unravelling
threadbare
fretting
Sweating the big and the little stuff and fluff
I am not afraid.
I am a scribble on paper
angrily scrawled
A flipbook
restlessly static
Tangled in squiggles
you can rip me up
scratch the pages, my skin
I am not afraid
I’m a badly drawn boy
dressed in a mans masquerade
….A stitched up boy
The world pulling at the seams
sewing on a new face
to hide what’s long since frayed
lips sewn tight
secrets contained beneath patched wounds
a mess of a man
meshed together
custom made
But not to measure
I am not the man I hoped to be
The boy who looks back doesn’t look up
To me
The horizon calls it the end
Of an era
What will the clouds say?
Cause inside my head they’re still grey
Can’t believe it’s come to this day
I tried to be the boy that couldn’t be moved
Now you’ve cut the strings
And I’ve been let loose
Oh god, now it’s all mine to choose
But I’m all alone
Wishing I could talk to you
They say go forth and don’t look back
But inside I’m still the boy
Who wouldn’t be moved
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
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