Some Man

I’m going to expose
this cut on my skin.
Let the blood seeped
go flow never again.

Not the heavens not
even hell will dispel
the myth that I love
myself too very well.

I’m a heap of bristles
aflame for my beliefs
so soon I will sly rest
to try to pray to sleep.

But my hell will be by
the light of some sun
that God tried to get to
get us to love someone.

I don’t know the warm
arms of true love now.
I don’t know the truth
of a lovely wedded vow.

Yet I will kill all holy
to be the beast strong.
So I might find arms of
someone whom I belong.

Christ you don’t want
me or my similar kind.
So I guess I must define
once more what’s divine.

I won’t hold on to past
held beliefs so corrupt.
But I won’t find the end
of some rope abrupt.

I want to reach you
I want to beseech you
turn this man if I can
I will a color more true.

Leaving the past to itself
I can be more who I am.
A stronger rendition of
who I am as some man.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    I think all of your poetry is exceptional, Jared, but this one pierced me. 😍

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you very much Kristian.

      Liked by 1 person

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