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Not Hate...Just Fear.

Poetry By: JBMorley
Memoir



Recently written. This basically talks about a boy with no father and living life with his own knowledge and guidance. No role model, no effort. Sadly, 95% of this is true.


Submitted:Dec 9, 2010    Reads: 29    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Alone, a boy throws a ball in the street
His grin is fake, emotions kept discrete
Wondrous thoughts seize his mind
Enough prayers have been requested over the years
You would think it's his time?
You would think when tears
are beyond crying capable,
and they're just kept inside
that maybe it's time,
for an answer to his biggest prayer

Faith remains, but fate is becoming predictably depressing
Sorrow is a word that may be a bit beyond oppressive
Hope could build, but then it would hurry to become regressive
A number of sorry gestures would not take a toll
Resentment, Love, and hurt all in the same hole
A heart can only take so much,
before the insides become too weak to touch
A callus on the membrane,
Tough for emotion and nearly impossible to penetrate
Never let one get close, but that bond he would obliterate

Hate is not clear,
Its more of uncontested fear
Fear of the truth.
Hate would be wrong,
It would take two words for the silence to carry on
A wall of defense, A barrier of stone,
Someone not chasing after
While phony acts are played of wanting to be alone

Dreaming of a day that one would follow…
Maybe by then you would be less hollow?





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