Friday, 10 August 2012

A Complicated Man

There are too many halves to make just one whole,
they fight for supremacy, they tear at my soul,
for the right to be free, to escape from within,
to be the dominant one, the one that must win,

There is carefree and happy, so light in its mood,
mixed with laughter and joy bringing all that is good.
Then there is thoughtful ~ it is deep and sad,
raising anger and fury, it is boiling and mad.

Still there is more dwelling deep down inside,
there is love and romance which so often hides.
Not ruthless and cold with the harshest of stares,
that is daring and bold, it never really cares.

Which one today, that is out of my hands,
it was once said to me that I am a complicated man.

Copyright © 2012 by Mike Sutcliffe

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