Man

The lovers chase.
Let not another pull asunder an undercover embrace
sucked in by prosthetic prospects
Solitary confinement finds no solace in false promises but only balls and a chain.
Bridal chambers await you
but so does an assailant with his name on a bullet to fool you.
Soon lured to a grave.
Who knew the union would ruin you all over again?
The crucial moment when love takes ownership over the logic of the brain
until you stop making excuses for yet another game.
Take your head out of the sand like when you fled from my hourglass after you let it slip from your hand.
Time typecasts the minutes like those I now scribble secondhand.
Darts display a work of art that my heart can no longer withstand.
Arrows from an archer that mask just another man.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have to disagree with you. You ARE a poet...very much so...this a very strong poem..the rhythm carries it well and the phrasing is excellent.

i like the inner rhyme..

"Bridal chambers await you/ but so does an assailant with his name on a bullet to fool you"

those are great lines....

jacob