What is it like to have plastic reality,
And realize it can bend the throes of sanity.
Into man's whims and fancies?
How can a woman feel,
A man's grief only he can conceal,
For the wounded heart to heal
Because she was an utter imbecile?
And how can man express his sorrow,
For a love here today and gone the morrow,
Never to return with remorse nor sorrow?
He can't, can he?
He can't see the consequences,
Of being too conspicuous,
And have himself labeled scandalous,
By pharisees whose children do
Far more worse.
He can't see who is the heartbreaker,
The two faced seducer,
Who can't piece a rhyme together,
just step forward in front of him,
And disappear forever.
Maybe he thought,
That the harder for love he sought,
He would satisfy the drought,
His soul's desert fought.
And maybe he discovered,
That if left uncovered,
Any idiot could take a heart,
And shoot it like a hart,
Only for pleasure, like cards.
And so he stands, regal
That grand old eagle.
Scarred and wiser,
From that beautiful empty terror,
That lies in a woman's golden brown eyes ever.
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Bila Retak Kota Hati: Part II - Loss
PoetryWhen the City of the Heart Breaks. Part II -Loss An Anthology of Love, Loss, and Learning. A collection of Poems. (Best read in 'Hoefler' font) Cover: A Mermaid (1900) John William Waterhouse
