Mystery Engulfed around the spirit of the man. The tall elegant gentleman that could not harm a fly on his worst day. Always so quiet, in a distinguised manner of excellence. A silent silhoutte shadowing the brightness of the sun. A question of authority being placed in a subtle, but extraordinary way. Dark probing eyes of gentle kindness, reflecting back with twinkled starlets. Memories of a hurtful past, of young women who flocked to his charasmatic personality. Rightfully wronged, from another life, being crushed into the present. Never knowing the reason why, dramatizing life as if it were a game. Keeping things hiden as if they were secret treasures, never letting anyone get up close and personal. Falling in ways that are not humanly possible. Feeling as if it were all a test, in a manner of speaking. Learning that truth can sometimes be lies and lies sometimes the truth. Watching people as if they were characters in a movie that yet to have been seen. Wondering why people put themselves in certain situations, the pit sometimes being to deep for the desperate soul to crawl out of. Trying times make desperate individuals do damning things, leaving themselves in utter despair. A crime yet to be established in today's society of poetic justice. An ending that is coming to a full circle back to the beginning. A door opening to let the individual in, and take up the next opportunity of a chance at happiness that no one has ever known.
Reason for writing:
I was thinking one day of the first time I met my husband. This
poem is a little of him, a little of me. There are parts in
this poem, that are about a friend we share. My mind kept
wandering to this person as I was writing it.
I have never submitted a poem, and if any that I have ever written,
I feel that this should be the one.
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