Sentinel Poetry Expression WarehouseALEXANDRIA PICKISSARI
FOR EVERY MAN?
A stone cold solider, who soldiers on,
so tired and aching, marching strong,
will not break stride nor slow his pace,
nor let emotion touch his face.
Heavy laden man, who art thou?
Silent and sullen, what troubles now?
Some lover gone and left you cold,
don't dig yourself in deeper child.
Come rest a while, come sit with me,
just weep for them, then let them be,
you will return a stronger man,
to lightly stroll across the land.
This is courage, this is strength,
to feel the pain, not stretch it's length,
you can not deny the wounded place,
cast off your mask and show me your face.
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