The blood of man, oh the blood of man.
In internal conflict just trying fight it.
I don't want anyone holding my hand never did.
Just another cry to live.
Tell me now can you hear it.
In all it's beauty, in all it's substance.
Just a promise, just a long dead promise.
It already forgotten, I don't live in fairy tales.
Anger in, a smile out.
A tear drop becomes the rain.
It covers my face.
It hides my secrets.
A man whose heart has been long broken.
Memories of the yesterday turn into the ashes of today.
No vulnerabilities.
No weaknesses.
No exposure in the direct sunlight.
Becoming the creature in the darkness.
The hero in disguise.
A mask that warps the tides.
No confidant in which to confide.
No one I can truly trust.
No never again.
Absolute abandonment.
Tell me now can you feel it.
Lonely poem, grabbed my heart and held it all the way through. Definitely could feel it. Fantastic poem on a sad subject. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
Memories of the yesterday turn into the ashes of today Superb verse, lovely, lonely poem. Sometimes one line can define a thought better than a whole book, that is one of the things that I adore about Poetry, believe you me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, nice write x)