52 HERTZ
He stands at the bar,
a fine specimen of a man,
a warrior,
he surveys all around him.
He's popular,
loved by everyone,
but his heart is broken,
his eyes although beautiful,
oceans of empathy,
lives sadness.
He laughs,
he tells jokes,
he smiles,
behind these things,
lives a tortured spirit,
a lost soul,
a fallen warrior.
He'd never trully loved till her,
yet he let her slip through his fingers,
just traces of sand flowing through his masculine hand.
Tears are always held back,
infront of his fans,
he has to be a man.
But when alone in the darkness,
he's a broken man.
Isobel, I could never let you down xxx
Isobel
Sat 29th Jun 2013 16:44
You could never let me down Alex. And what do we have here? A poem written from a man's perspective!
Yes - I imagine there are billions of tortured souls out there - some with masculine hands and some with floppy ones - but all tortured by the same regrets. It must be a bugger to fall in love and then lose that feeling.
For me, the saddest thing is the person who will never know how it feels in the first place, for any number of reasons they may have no control over, and the puzzling and wondering and loneliness that might result from that.
I do love the 52 hertz theme - there are just so many angles to it.
Thanks for taking part Alex x