A Heart Caged and Chained
No love allowed
He can be an obnoxious beast, she’s well aware,
Arrogance the mantle he wears upon his shoulders,
The smile on his face one of sinister revelations,
As the darkened heart in his chest continually smoulders.
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He gives stubbornness a new definition of obscurity,
Breaking his own defences in a pool of immaturity,
He has grown to become the enemy in which he hides from,
Until he jumps at his own shadow, heightened in his insecurity.
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Where once he was a man of substance,
He has now aged into the lonely hours of the end,
Where once he was bound by love and kindness,
He no longer has one to call a friend.
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Solitude the cloud in which he now surrenders,
Pining for the loss of a love in magnitude,
Self sabotage the order of his daily life,
Running, hiding, while wallowing in self-imposed attitude.
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He has lost that one thing he’s always coveted,
Not that he understands the part he has recently played,
Head buried deep in the sand of his hour glass,
Destroying the very life he hoped he portrayed.
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Self pity a shadow of his former self,
When age was once on his side,
There was a lover, a caring heart,
But life beat it from him with every tear he cried.
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It’s time to say goodbye to one that lived long ago,
To a past that has no place here in the now,
Dreams have been forsaken, he is a different man,
His heart is closed, turning love away, along with the happiness he’ll not allow.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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I feel this, my friend, & my heart aches.
Along with the happiness he'll not allow. That was just so heartbreaking. But it is what it is. Loved your poem my friend!
So many fabulous lines, wonderfully written!!! Definitely heartbreaking!!!