
He flies above the clouds on Eagle’s wings,
His headspace filled with the freedom of Sunday,
Dream’s unparalleled to the wisest of words,
And a heart swollen with love of the one who got away.
******
His mood swoops to the ground as shadows ride his back,
Lost from the flock of decades past,
His tears water his Soul, as he wallows in the darkness,
Unfortunate now the die has been cast.
******
His number is up; thrown from the ring,
His pockets empty, he gambled the last upon his name,
Arrogance defeated with the roll that crippled him,
His future forever changed - whereby he wished to stay the same.
******
His sleep interrupted with bouts of demonic plague,
Lessons bashed upon violent heads that cannot withstand the rocks,
Stars shone brighter in the darkness he expels,
Desperation exceeds life’s recent hard knocks.
******
He denied the chance to grow gracefully in age,
Sticking to his story; that one that grew old,
Chinese whispers wiggle the airwaves to ears that no longer listen,
Frosting the edges as he was thrown out into the cold.
******
He’s nearing the end of a long and wasted life,
Stuck in between four walls that echo with pain,
He didn’t choose the good fight; not even once,
Burying himself deep in the cesspool, broken in vain.
******
A lost cause,
Chosen by ego, forgoing the wisdom once learnt,
Just a drop of a hat and he reverts to his true self,
Crucifying those that hold out a hand; ensuring they’re forever burnt!
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.



Comments (4)
Crucifying those that hold out a hand; ensuring they’re forever burnt,excellent work
I felt so sad for him. Truly heartbreaking. Loved your poem!
Troubling and sad one, my friend!!!
Sounds like someone virtually everyone in this world knows but would be better off not.