Poetry - Him - NICHOLAS EMEIGH

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Him

This person I'm supposed to be,
a man that I was meant to be,
he's gone on living without me,
but comes to me in dreams.

He's exactly like I thought he'd be,
a man who looks enough like me,
he has the friends I thought would be
the ones here by my side.

In dreams, to me, they're kind enough,
and even though I'm living rough,
they must know I'm not dead inside,
they wouldn't come around.

I sense the disappointment there,
and waive off any perfumed air,
like "oh well" with the smarts to spare,
but I'm still bruised inside.

Men I should've been are well,
their voices heave and rise and swell
within my psyche causing hell,
but what price glory be?

© 2014 Nicholas Emeigh

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Notes: This poem was written on Wednesday, February 19, 2014. It's about mourning the loss of, and being haunted by the man (or men) I was supposed to be. I wrote it after having a really vivid dream about being paid a visit by some old friends who are shocked by the way my life turned out.

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Him

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