The self portrait poem is taking a little longer than I anticipated so I have decided to add a new guest poem from my good friend James Gibbons. I have always admired his writing, but like me, he is the ultimate self critic. So I hope this post will allow you all to see his talent and allow him to realise that it exists.
Hope you all enjoy.
Die Awhile
And with the rain a little life must fall
and with the tears will come an end to it all.
If common sense and circumstance won't raise a smile.
I think I'll die here a while.
When every road seems just a bit too long
and all I focus on is the sad songs.
And if my feet won't keep the beat that extra mile,
I think I'll die here a while.
When every right I have turned into a wrong
and all that I can feel is that I don't belong
And though I'll break I know
I'll take it all with a little style.
I think I'll die here a while.
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