lost soul

A story told to me my probably the most enigmatic man I have ever met, my husband.

The saddest story I’d ever heard
Came from a man in a child’s word
Of how the world had done him wrong
And converted his voice to a deadly song
A world so evil, harsh, and cruel
To crush the hopes and dreams of that big hearted fool
Raised on fists and leather straps
It hadn’t taken long for him to snap
                 Because never did his parents care to realize
                 The kind of hell they instilled behind those blue eyes
They say ‘wide is the road to hell’
And this fact, he learned it well
Dragging others along with him
He’d convince everyone to join in
On violence and petty crime
Or drug mule-ing to pass the time
And all the warnings fell on deaf ears
From parents, siblings, teachers, and peers
                        For they chose not to realize
                        The hell that lay behind that devil’s blue eyes
The Leader of the pack with none to intervene
He dug for his humanity at age thirteen
With a needle so cold and dire
But merely added fuel to his fire
In those next years he stole and dealt
All the hopelessness, anger, and pain he felt
Because all those blinded by the bright city lights
And long sleepless nights
                        Never had a chance to realize
                        The hell that lay behind that devil’s cold blue eyes
Retribution the world demands
He went to prison and came back with blood stained hands
Now covered in scars from head to toe
He’s been hurt in every way a man could know
Meaner and tougher than he was before
He looked for any reason to settle a score
                      Never has he given the chance to realize
                      The hell that lay behind that devil’s cold blue eyes
Weary of the world he created for himself
He fell in love with something else
A woman with kids in a hell of their own
He makes everything better and builds them a home
Eventually he chases their demons away
And builds a brighter future for them every day
The drugs and violence has taken their toll 
The now repented fights to save his soul
                          And to this day no one does realize
                          All the hell that lays beneath my handsome devil’s

                          pale blue eyes....

Author's Note

my rhyming is horrible, I know. Any comments are welcome.

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

I thought your rhyming was very good :) A lovely poem :)

[John]

Really lovely. A lullaby or a mantra. And hey, it doesn't have to rhyme! I'm new on this site. Nice to read someone else's stuff.

[Ben Walker]

My strengths are certainly not in poetry but that was beautifully constructed. That read with such eloquence. Really liked it

[Pamela Gold]

I don't think your rhyming is horrible. Your words ring true to what is happening right now with my oldest son who is 18 and not living at home. Your words have a dark side and that I adore.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Chaos,

They rhyme is good. Demonic imagery and insightly brutal.
Well done.

Always,

Matthew
A.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly descriptive piece, that ache that related to all humans is binding and terrible and you do it justice with this piece.

[Apathy To Empathy]

Goodnite! You're so creative at writing, and the description was and is amazing!