Shattered
poem by:
P Mason
Written
on Dec 04, 2016
12-4-16. Shattered Another shattered Sunday, football, my beef stew, chatter with friends, liquor.... men searching answers to unanswered conundrums. The puzzles circles, endlessly always around the same topics. Wandering questions that go nowhere and answer nothing. Happy, delighted, hammered and confused. It is an endless procession for all of the men in this world. How do our women do this to us, How do we let this happen? do we do this to ourselves. I am here, you are there, I love you, I hurt you, you hurt me. Why, to what end does this all go? I can't let go, I'm trapped by Your love. If only in my imagination.
Tags: love, depressing, confused, dark, imagery,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem.My wife comments if i have 5 cans of beer .
I suppose its for my own good I keep telling myself.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 23, 2017 at 3:58pm
Your wrong....not ALL men go through "an endless procession,".......OK. .....you've been hurt by a women, pick yourself up, and....MOVE ON!.....
