The lines on my brow are scars
they run deep
past troubles not forgotten
even in the darkest of sleep.
Time a great healer
not for these scars
they strengthen the walls
keep up the bars.
My shoulders spread wide
look of a glare
a lost soul wanders
behind the stare.
Its part of the armor
it keeps you all back
don’t press me more
I may lash out
I may attack.
But don’t pity what you read
you may have scars yourself
you choose not to believe
but what thou give us
thou shall receive.
Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.
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My name is Charlie Hasler, I live in North Wales with my fiancé. I work at Law firm based in Chester and write in my spare time.
My writing started a few years ago but was something I always put down more than I picked up.
After a tough couple of years I felt I had some things I needed to say so I have found myself writing again.
My writing mainly focuses around poetry.
I have self published two poetry books, which are both available on Amazon, Words From An Unlikely Poet, and, Words From An Unlikely Poet: Volume 2: Further Thoughts.
Aside from writing I also enjoy walking, reading, gardening and boxing, though I am more a spectator now days.
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