He was always so
quiet,
content to let his presence say
all that needed said.
His eyes spoke
volumes
of silent wisdom
but guarded all else as though
he never had secrets.
Not even one.
To have been his
hidden mystery,
only in his
unspoken thoughts.
To have been the guarded secret,
harbored in fear of weakness.
If even the thought of me had lived
in his mind,
surely,
it would have made me worthy of
epics.
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The Land of Midian: A Poetry Collection
PoetryRandom bits of poetry from various stages of my life. Some are from my high school days. Others are narrative poetry that tell a story. All of them are pieces of my life that followed me through to where I am today.
