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You See

written by: Don Knowles



You see
I've been down this road before
Trusting strangers I opened my door
Broken hearted and left for dead
Half addictions that clouded my head
Depressed afflictions in the dark
You don't see the bruises or the marks
the fractured sense of my own self worth
You won't  see the
Valiant desperation or loneliness
What you see now
Is what you'll now get
A strong willed bastard
That won't forget
I've not been the only man on this earth
Whose faced the pain
Whose tasted dirt
That's why I'll pick you up one by one
Empathy is my only gun
Retribution is not
My way of life
The sharpest weapon I carry
Is a butter knife
To spread the Jam
To break the bread
To tell my story
To ease your head



Where do all my words come from? Life's ups and downs and sideways and backwards, that's where.

Don Knowles

Don Knowles

My writing is typically written while I'm on a treadmill, so I call myself "the treadmill poet!"

Born in West Chester Pa in 1960 I have been inspired to begin writing again through my interactions with two people I care deeply about that are experiencing the torrents of mental illness.
Don Knowles

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