A man of no extremes

An interesting look into the reason behind an ordinary man

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A Man of No Extremes

 

 

I am not artistic,

Nor blind to what I see.

I am not a writer,

Yet new stories I can see.

 

You wouldn’t say I’m clever,

Or a man that most adore,

Yet I have not a slight sized mind,

And I’ve been loved once, or twice, or more.

 

People, by their very nature, are,

Prone to find me kindly,

But I can bite, and sneer, and cuss,

And paint pictures quite unsightly.

 

I’m sure I’ve helped the ones I knew,

The ones for which I’ve cared.

I also know I’ve hurt someone,

Far more than I can bear.

 

This very verse itself does show,

My limits into rhyme.

Yet the words I scribe come from the soul,

And shall stand the test of time.

 

I stand, no bodies’ hero,

But with confidence a new.

Still, the nerves are running through me,

Understanding as I do,

That my weakness can be hurtful,

And my strength, a beacon bright,

But will it shine or will it fall,

Into unbroken night.

 

So who am I?

This man of no extremes?

A product of my surroundings,

Not so bad, but not so good, it seems.

 

Author's Note

i wrote this a while ago, some of the lines are a little clunky, maybe needs some revision, let me know

Reviews

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

I love what you've got here. It's an excellent piece with nice, simple rhymes. ^^ The content is good too. It's very... bold, yet neutral... if that makes sense. The narrator seems to accept his qualities as a human and writer, a theme that I admire very much: acceptance. :)

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[Abigail Alliah]

First, I love it. Its simple but it speaks volumes. The mystery of the man is quite stirring.

It flows perrrfectly until the last verse. That is the only thing I do not like.

The story is amazing, the writing is amazing.