T o be the Man I Am Inside

It will come to pass; I will lose my mind,

It is within me now; not hard to find.

I have become not what I used to be,

I have become a man, even I can't see.

I am not that patient individual now;

Envied calm has seeped away somehow.

As slowly upon my wasted seed,

I feel anxieties crippling torrents bleed.

The urge to weep torments my eye,

Though it is not for myself I want to cry.

The road for which I was surely made,

Shall like my memory wilt and fade,

And none will know how hard I tried,

To be the man I am inside.

© 18 September 07

by Colin F Jones

Awarded 9/18/2007