These are not hands of cruelty
I cannot break men's arms
These eyes don't see what you see
They are resistant to your charms
Yet I want to wreak destruction
And I want to understand
Why I see things so different
And why I want to hold your hand
I do not swell with pride though
As I say these things to you
Because everyone that I know
Seeks the things they cannot do.
Strong men wish to be clever
And blind men dream of sight
Idealists want something better
But need something to fight
It's a haze of contradictions
Spread across this dying earth
But with a little self conviction
You can prove to yourself your worth.
Please tell me what you think
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This poem speaks strongly to me right now. I've been seeing much of the same everywhere. I suppose it's partially disillusionment, who knows. Either way, I much enjoyed this. I'm not one for intentional rhyme but you did it well, and I'm impressed.
Hope to see some more soon, haven't read much from you lately.
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