Or will he continue, restless in his peace
An angsty poem I wrote one long night in highschool workinprogress stories
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morthul
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Hey so this is raw stream of thought from one long night I had, and I just wanted to test the waters here and get some notes, I know it's super rough but still

Or will he continue, restless in his peace

An angsty poem I wrote one long night in highschool

Monolith of a man

Familiar, but alien all the same

Changing yet ever stern

Simply stated, restrained and open

A widely shut book

Surrounded in a web of human emotion

Engulfed in a sensation of emotional absence

Knowing of the affairs of lust but never love

A man's man but separate

Strangers are more familiar than colleagues

Love is fickle

It ebbs and flows and when it is in his grasp it slithers away

He is what he is.

A sheer face, rarely bending.

His sides pockmarked with the echoes of past eras

Ask and he will tell you, if it's a shout or a whisper depends on how you ask

He is a guarded open book.

He yerns to be free

He doesn't know what from

He has peace but it's restless

He is in control of his emotions but not his feelings.

Does he want to be broken again?

To be kicked at the feet of human emotion?

Who knows.

He's unfeeling yet a coward

He speaks simple to avoid problems

It gives him less to untangle.

Not to say that he's without tact

He's careful to not say what he'll regret

He's a monolith of man.

Plain to see, but still "mysterious"

A charade

He's human

But can he be more?

Or will he continue, restless in his peace

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