Sometimes the people who make you feel the safest
have inner demons that pull them like a tempest,
and whisper hollow promises
of fixes for their brokeness
They each have a monster to cage,
torrid, seeking to rampage,
and though they keep it locked away
there is still truth in that cliche
"All wise men fear... the anger of a gentle man."
hurt those they love and you are damned
the beast inside is somehow freed
and to it your blood flows like mead
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Poems
PoetryI write poetry to try to cope with my emotions and find a path forward. Here are some poems I wrote when I needed to figure things out.
