The Attic Of Tortured Hope Poem by Joshua Mccoy

A newfound friend and naïve ally almost had his dreadful dream come true yesterday. He has the power to see the future in sights induced from the night and despite his best efforts to prevent it, they always come true. Last night, he dreamt of his adored beloved laying with another in the back of her car and in bed as well. This foreshadowed thought of doubt shone on his face as he unknowingly befriended the man from his dreams…

As we sat in prayer under watchful Nazis in a self proclaimed kid oriented recreation facility, I met the face of the secret love kept behind my back by a juggling puppet master. She had tricked my dusty strings looking for love and jolted me in amusement like a limp puppet with painted tearful eyes. He told me that his heart lived for her happiness in being faithful and I believed him under the word of god by a teenage preacher onstage and trigger-happy gunmen kept in the back to keep the peace and restrict all down to the right of forced silence. When the time came to approach the shy conspirator who had orchestrated a symphony of heartbreak within me, she chose the tactic of protesting “why I didn’t put a false declaree of her love in his place” as a defense. She stayed true to her role as being a master cheating deceit to the final end as tears swelled in her eyes to my outrageous claim
But the die was cast when foreign lips touched he ear,
then came down to her cheek,
then smothered her hesitant lips.
I didn’t tell him of her second love but the guilt on her wide-eyed worried face almost did.
I left the half happy couple a better man with a stronger heart to pitiful love.