what I wouldn't say

Some men die like lambs,
some lambs die like men.
To die like a man means each drop of blood must be  earned
by the swing of sword
by sweat and exhaustion
and the sting of defeat is slow and painful:
you die knowing full well that you're flesh and bone
and you have limits
and that your limits are your weaknesses.
Then your eyes close. . .
To die like a lamb,
is me smiling at you each day
while I avoid holding your gaze
for more than a second
afraid you might see how bright my soul is
painted in your lipstick.
Dying like a lamb means I will stay put and bleed into my mouth
as I bite my tongue to submission
stop it from blurting and lashing out those three destructive words. . .

To die like a lamb
is foolish.

Reviews

[☮Alpenglow]

This is a very nicely written poem... Your use of the metapaphor of a "lamb" is ideal in the thesis you're appealing to your audience- the faults of mankind and the ultimate realization of limits, versus the slower and more painful realization of nonacceptance resulting in heartbreak... Ah, better to love than have never loved at all. Good write.

[Me]

Nicely written piece

[Ruth]

This is so profound!
A briiliant trail of free flowing poignancy, such a clamber of emotions in this...superb! xoxo

[Hoosier Belle]

truthful wonderful write

[Persephone Blum]

Wow... a great point, and very truthful. Great job, Iove it!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

excellent words and thoughts penned here

[nathan]

lol!!! thank you Jasmine

[J. J. Nightingale]

Whew .. harsh words .. Young love wanting so to be noticed ....

Crying words .. Jasmine