When We're Awake At Night. Levi Laws

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      I could never scream.

      Anger was never to be shown to you.

      Held in by fear and my self esteem.

      How could I ever stand up to you?

      Hold the upper hand,

      Turn the other cheek

      Take the higher ground.

      Cliches to bottle your feelings inside me.

      Men are supposed to scream

      Isn't that what they tell us?

      Be angry, be manly, be mean.

      That's always the right thought process.

      My father believed this was right,

      and this is what I saw each day, more and more.

      So why whenever voices sail to the sky,

      do I get shaken to my very core?

      That is what they teach us,

      men are supposed to scream.

      But no matter the lessons I have learned,

      that can never be me.

      Grin Truth

      You tell your boy

      to grow up and

      then you wonder

      why he has

      stopped smiling.

      A Prudent Promise

      Shrieks of substance,

      their siren song.

      Crashes causing consciousness.

      Gambits of grief

      is our genesis.

      I promise to protect you,

      as the door begins

      to decimate.

      Tonight we suffer,

      surrendering to strikes.

      Blood red tears pass by

      the faces of innocent.

      One day, the promise

      will be prudent.

      But tonight we suffer,

      together.

      A Way to Feel

      Purple ambiance stains my eyes.

      Tracks of serotonin feel my ears, but evade my soul.

      Yearning for release of what's inside.

      Listening to The Devils call.

      She's sharp; her persuasion is uncanny.

      Avoiding her is unproductive.

      The sensation of her in my fingers is necessary.

      Twirling her metal in my fingers has become seductive.

      We begin our delicate dance.

      She leads me as she glides across her stage

      Painting it immaculately with each collapse.

      An art piece with the canvas perceived as deranged.

      Slipping through my fingers, she falls to the floor.

      Temporary thrilling escape from the numb.

      The dance is over and I can't ignore,

      the canvas is an over-painted one.

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