with forsaken tears and all my fears
being pushed aside to fight the war inside
against the one outside but put before
my peers.
I went through the struggle to be
the good guy with a high head but instead
became the painful thorn in the heel
feeling scorned for taking a stand
all those years.
Lacking the acumen of
a wiser age
to pave a path with
forward clout
I invaded the war
zone to carry it without
a sedated energy to
see my rout when
facing spears.
--Porter Daryl's Poems
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