The Curse Of All Men Poem by Alexander Downie

I walked by your gentleness today looking for my daily dose of pain.
Evil attractions caught my eye and burned a fraught feminine flame.
No scratch, slap, no punch, no kick, can compete with the cut of words.
A repeat offender returning to the scene of crime, to relive every hurt.

Letting go, walking away to self respect is easy for you all to suggest.
Self loathing, castrated masculinity, twisted charms of a man designed to protect.
Real men desire gentleness to ignite the smallest flicker of love, lust and loyalty.
Faithfully returning these simple, simple things to hearts too blinded by self to see.