Poetry – Page 66 – A (wise) man of two faces

Lucky, unlucky in love

Her only crimes were
in loving too often and
always the wrong man.

The rings of fire
burned ever higher
in the oh-so quiet cell
of my own private hell,
the burden of a Liar.

The chains which bind us
are words wrought stronger than steel
and twice as heavy.

Salacious sovereign,
with just a handful of words
you set me ablaze.

The rain battered down
upon the weary, beaten town
but I persevered
whenever she appeared
with a sun shining behind her crown.

Errant emotions
refuse to settle down and
they plague me for hours.

The dawn breaks upon the night
like a rolling, crimson wave
and that meager scarlet sight
gives some the courage to be brave.

Children’s fairy tales
hide grim stories and lessons
behind simple words.

Take a leap of faith
beyond the boundaries of
your safe little world.

The winter chill reveals my breath
though over-exposure promises death
there are some who brave the night
in search of something just out of sight.