The man who can't be moved

I've stood in solemn solitude for all the days of my life 

For the ones I truly loved drifted away 

They left me one by one, leaving melancholy in their wake 

So I stand here festering in my despondent decay  

Of course they would leave, I gave them no reason to stay 

I filled their lives with ceaseless strife 

But it hurts to realize that all those smiles were so fake 

And now the festering in my soul cuts through my body like a knife 

So I take the pain and accept it, and solemnly I stand 

For taking that step and moving on is far too much grief for me to take 

Standing here like this helped enforce the sadness that I proved 

The sadness that I I proved felt knifes and guns and stakes 

Sometimes I wonder if this desolate life was something my heart had always planned

for now I hear everyone speaking of the man who could not be moved

Author's Note

The poems kinda strange but I really like it. The poem meaning is up to anyone's interpretation. The writing format I used is ABCB BACA DCEC DE

Reviews

[Just Kim]

such an emotional read, I like the set up as well.
i can feel your write. very emotional.

[Tony Jordan]

You kind of missed out on a satisfactory resolution to this one when you titles the poem 'the man who can't be moved' but ended it with 'the man who could not be moved.'
I applaud your rhyming to a complex scheme.