I wrote this poem for a dear friend in the military who was not only battling in Afghanistan but battling cancer. He will be remembered always.


Alone I sit and watch the world,
as it passes quickly by.
I long to have a love to hold,
and to wipe my tears when I cry.

Someone to understand how I feel,
someone to hold me tight.
Someone to tell me she loves me,
and to comfort me throughout the night.

I need to know that as a man,
it is ok to cry.
I need to know that as a man,
I can be afraid to die.

Why must I always be so strong,
and never show my fear?
Why must I sit and pretend,
I don't care that the end may be near?

When I look into the distance,
I see a soft white light.
And this is where I find my peace,
my serenity every night.

My stomach is knotted up inside,
from chocking back my tears.
Because I am a man you see,
and men must never show their fears!




Monique Bourget

Damn

Sorry if it made you feel bad ArtGurl. I just thought I would share. Hugs and smiles to everyone.

my mom is in her final days ... cancer ... having trouble letting go ... your poem reminds me of her too

thank you

Awww sorry. It will be very hard on you. My grandmother passed away on Dec 12 2009 of cancer. I still have troubles with it. If you ever need to talk or vent frusteration, you are more then welcome to message me. Hugs.

Many men sometimes find their selves, lost between these fine lines.

Great write,,and I hope your friend,,liked this....
Thanks..for sharing..

That is so true. My father is that way as well, always the strong one regardless of what is happening around him. Sometimes it breaks my heart to know that there is that stigma that hasn't yet gone away. The "OLD TIME" attitude that one sex is meant to be strong and the other weak. When I read the poem to my friend he had a tear in his eye. So I presume he appreciated it although I wasn't about to ask.
Thank you for your comments.

Hell.... it almost made me cry.
Very insightful....
Nice write....

BTW:
Your friend is in my prayers.

A+++
Very good write