All tangled up
In a bit of a rut, he is,
With no one in sight and no one beside,
Feeling scared yet knowing he's always on your mind,
But never knowing when he'll matter or if peace he'll find.
There's plenty around with whom to speak, to greet,
However there are few with whom to actually meet;
Kin in three months: no speak, no greet,
Knowingly he does not want to actually meet.
Muscles crying out and with a heavy heart,
Peace within and he are so far apart;
The pride, a dilemma and aloneness his,
In a bit of a rut, he is.
He should mention he's crawling through each day as they pass...
With no one in sight and no one beside,
Feeling scared yet knowing he's always on your mind,
But never knowing when he'll matter or if peace he'll find.
There's plenty around with whom to speak, to greet,
However there are few with whom to actually meet;
Kin in three months: no speak, no greet,
Knowingly he does not want to actually meet.
Muscles crying out and with a heavy heart,
Peace within and he are so far apart;
The pride, a dilemma and aloneness his,
In a bit of a rut, he is.
He should mention he's crawling through each day as they pass...
Decay @ 7:21 AM
2 Comments:
No offence, a slightly different version from yours:
All tangled up
In a bit of a rut, he is,
with someone in sight but perphaps pushed aside,
Feeling scared knowing that you're always on his mind,
But never realising he matters or if peace he'll find.
There's enough around with whom to speak, to greet,
However only few whom he desirees to meet.
Kin in months: to speak ? to greet?
Maybe knowing he does not actually want to meet?
Muscles reintegrating; Heart reconsolidating,
Peace only comes from within and he, far apart from himself;
The pride, a dilemma and aloneness his,
In a bit of a run, he is.
...not too sure what you meant by "slightly different version". Do you mean this is "your version"?
Or is this "a version you think is meant for Dank"?
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