First Poem
examine him closely
no, closer
please he begs of you
his wrist show nothing
but his forearms ache
the elegant stroke of his tender skin against a blade
the calming
the joy that fills his heart
the breath
the deep breath of air that fills within his lungs is so
relieving...
Yet, nobody knows anything
he cries out
but no one listens
why?
because the cry is silent
covered up by a humorous joke
obliviousness cannot see the confinement
Everyone knows you cant judge a book by its cover
but, right on the inside of this cover
there is a summary of the story
Everyone's story differs
You just have to make the time to read it