Son of man

2065975725_1f3526662fI am the son of man,
steady and unknown,
unshakably forgotten,
unwaveringly still,
as I gaze into the core,
of my own humanity.

Can you echo deeper,
reach past this forgotten fruit,
and notice my tie,
my hat,
my clenched fingers at my side?

Faceless I may be,
but my heart continues,
wither you recognize me,
or not.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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