His Traits Read Count : 9

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I am amongst myself, so I have always said. 


I am part machine, the gratitude goes to the specialists who had gave me the lines of silver where my tongue resides.


My own lines of sight are a blur, optics are much needed for me. Without them, I am a battle weary soldier on the front lines. 


Volcanoes are common amongst my face, yet they seem to rarely appear. The heavens have blessed me. 


I seek refuge inside my person, I am fond of canines, I eat as if I hadn't eaten in days.


A ticking bomb is what I am, the smallest ordeals are enough to free my inner demons.


I am my own Alienist, deeming myself fit for another day of going unnoticed. 


Unfit as I may be, I feel the sense of duty to push onward with life.

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  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Well doneπŸ¦‹πŸ¦‹πŸ¦‹

    Apr 13, 2019

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  • Good

    Apr 13, 2019

  • I love your writings! Nicely done. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘Œ

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