The wail of his broken heart
much like a widow's wail,
howls the loudest ,is vociferous , thunderous
yet evanesces into oblivion,vanishes,obscured in the hussle around it.
The eyes of a man crippled,broken
are like pools of molten gold,with crimson entwined.
Injured,yet still survived
holding on,for his lover's reprise .
Face of stone,showing no signs of his soul's demise
expressions like steel,hiding his pain from his beloved's eyes.
Fighting his demons all day,all night
for his inamorata's sake, with all his moxie all his might.
Roaming the fields of forlornness,like a lion heisted of his Pride
drifting the shores of solitude, stripped of his hide.
Wounded,sore,strolling through his mind,
holds back the cataract of his own ravagers,
which haunt his soul through the long,dark night.
With all his fortitude,through the day he stands
like stone unburnt,unbent,unbroken.
But no one glimpses the war inside
marked by misery,mangled by melancholy,creviced by compunction,
impaled in his own penitentiary,through the night he dies.
To the world sane and sapient he may seem,
But no one knows the insanity,the hysteria,the frenzy he feels.
They all see the smile on his face,but none the marks on his back,
they all hear him breathe,but none his mid-night screams,
they all know of his cravings for her,but none the ones for his own blood.
He jumps at every sound his phone makes,
hoping its a text from her.
He smiles even at the mention of her name,
filled with a sepulcharal amorousness,a sempiternal enamoredness
Yet the world dares to question his love
throwing it in the trashcans of infatuation and carnal desires
imputing his love as mere physical attraction
pelting his heart with slurring glares.
Yes! he feels it,he feels it all.
He may seem like stone,but he is flesh and skin after all
behind that steel facade is a molten heart,
longing for a glimpse of his mistress.
No one understands his misery,for he is a man
he can not feel pain,it is an Elysium in which he shall never sojourn.
Yet he has tasted the forbidden fruit,amaranthine shall he be appalled and molested by the demons he can't avow.
Cursed to feel and conceal,he strolls at the periphery of lunacy and lucidity.
YES! he feels, feel it all, he is but human after all.
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