Indispensable Man Poem Novels & Stories

How could this unknown man make me feel a little like myself again? ©T. R. Durant

“What will I be if I don’t fish?” “My husband,” I said, stepping closer. “My stubborn, beautiful, aging husband. And a father. And one day, a grandpa. A man who gave everything. Who deserves to rest.” “But it’s who I am.” “No. It’s something you do. Who you are is here.” I pressed my hand to his chest. “You’re not less of a man because you’re hurting. You’re more of one for still being here.” He blinked fast. Swallowed hard.

he fumes. "Even in my last moments, that is, if you will have the privilege to witness it which I highly doubt, I will still slap the truth to your dirty ugly face, Leon - that you are nothing but a worthless man who should never be counted as a man among men, because you are a divine disgrace to manhood. Real men build themselves up, they make themselves respected through their efforts. Through thick and thin, they stand up for themselves. They build a name for themselves. But look at you and tell me even just a single thing that you have done for yourself." I pause giving him time to think.

"You are the man I need." Her words were just like powerful medication. Stronger than any drink. THE MAN I NEED. He was no failure. He was her instrument. He was hers now. And while he allowed himself to dissolve into that desperate passion, what he’d wanted in his world at that instant was only that. He pushed with mounting power. He now sought something which had nothing to do with happiness. It was almost as if he were trying to beat the weakness out of his heart.

His presence feels like stone immovable, unyielding. “You shouldn’t exist,” the man says, staring at Jackson with naked disbelief. “I watched your line burn.” Jackson doesn’t flinch. “Then you know why I’m here.” The man’s gaze flicks to me, sharp and probing. I feel him test me, not with dominance, but with something far more unsettling. Truth. “You brought an anchor into the marsh,” he says slowly. “Bold. Or foolish.” “Necessary,” I reply before Jackson can speak. The man’s brow lifts slightly. “She has a voice.”

"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life, there was only one set of footprints. I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me." He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you Never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you." "Who wrote the poem?" Abby asked when she was done reading it.

"What would a stone-hearted person like you know, who has no emotions in his chest, you never understand the emotion of a girl like me, who finds happiness in small things, I don't need all these precious things the so called fame of your world, fake smile I don't need this. You know the real pleasure comes not from eating expensive food in a very big five star hotel but it comes from sitting in a small stall with your very dear person." Well leave what can I expect from you. What will you understand, what is helplessness, know that the man was just begging you for a business proposal. That person has never bowed his head in front of anyone, but today because of helplessness, he is ready t

Thaduppadhu enna endru, thavikkudhu nenjam indru. Nadhiyinil ilaiyena naan thoindhu selgindren. Arumbugal poovaagum azhagiya maattram. Aayiram aandaaga pazhagiya thottram. Oru velli kolusu pola, indha manasu sinungum keela. Aniyaadha vairam pola, Pudhu naanam minungum mela." [I've one little heart which was mine till now.

The man asked with a patronizing tone which made Penelope temper to flare up again. "I live on the streets for something which I had no control over, I experience hunger and it is a feeling that I am always with, I battle every day for my life and in the end of it all, I am not welcomed home as a hero or given the right to have a golden raven as a show of status because the battles I fight everyday has become my own twisted version of home through no choice of mine." Penelope finished ranting only to shrink back away from the man apologizing. "I am sorry sire, please let me go, I will never appear in front of you again."

The disgust in Emma's eyes toward Daniel was impossible to conceal. If it weren't for this brainless man running his mouth and boasting in front of Leo, they could have kept everything hidden forever. Thinking of this, Emma's tone turned noticeably colder. "Are you shouting so the whole world can hear you?" Daniel immediately put on a pitiful expression, though urgency still laced his voice. "Emma, think of something, please. I don't want to go to prison. Zion is still so young…" Emma rubbed her temples. "I can't even find him right now. I don't have any leverage for negotiation…"