Shattered Angels In The Depths Of Despair

women,

passionate, social angels...

together they smile and dance,

joyous cherubim...

men,

practical, brotherly angels...

together we drink and laugh,

hearty and strong...

we grow older,

us men,

and through hardship and worry

our laughter ceases,

hearts grow cold...

those who were brothers

are now betrayers and covetous

as we scramble to stay alive,

the childish imagination

beat down to ruins...

we enter the circle of women

with our battered hearts

and draw them into our darkness.

we must keep them close

or the others will get them

and take away the one thing 

that gives us true happiness...

and with our zeal

to protect and possess

we break our women,

little by little,

until they are as scarred 

and broken as we...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A poem to ponder on. Without doubt some men break their women, but others give them flight. I have experienced both. I loved them both, but it was the one that gave me flight that I have been happy with. Nicely crafted work JC. My mind drifted.

Chris