A gentle heart,
A rough path,
Obstacles to be had,
Speculation run rampant,
Is my heart taken advantage of or abandoned,
A kind boy molded into a stone hearted man,
Absent of emotions that weakend him,
All I wanted was to be one of your children,
Shunned and branded a heathen,
I showed out and begged for love,
But which I gained none of,
Blood is thicker than water,
So I drink this nectar,
I produce myself,
Against concerned conjecture,
I may be a hermit in my own head,
but at least my visions and dreams,
Are better than this life.
©jonharris7
J