Beauty And The Beast Poem by Christan Bowen

drinking in an image of myself
from puddles left by the torid rain
the muddy water is a way
to kill something so vain

remembering stars that fell
from a night sky so black
could I spend and spell, do well
and keep myself in tact?

the original plan was to marry her
and be the man that dwells
over the door step I carry her
but I tripped and fell

she would not engage
the rage I keep inside
so ive turned the page
but I wont run and hide

I never see her downtown
some fella took her hand
with eyes so blue and round
and I, the only damned

a curse I carry, marks me forever
never will I know
so when im gone, dead and buried
put me in the snow

but now I wait for things to change
I see it in my mind
for now, im only something strange
the one she left behind

her skin, beckons me, wrecks my very soul
the thought of her loving another
takes a punishing toll
but I am strong, you will not see
the pain I keep inside of me
i'll just go on, like a soldier
never dying, getting older
in the shadows is where I hide
with her by anothers side