Rusted

I am sharing this poem written by my son, Chris, because so many women think men don't feel the pain and sorrow of lost love. Let me tell you, women hold far more power over a man than they might realize. It is only a man's world when he is happy and motivated to strive to make it a better world for the people he loves.

Rusted

Rusty hearts, they can’t beat

Dried up dust, is all they bleed

You thought I had a smile, but it’s just a crack in my skin

Thought you were happy when we were two, now I’m back to one again

 I’m just a wound

Peel back my scab and tear it loose

Take the neck of my love to a tree

And tie the noose

Kick the ground from beneath me and watch me fall

Push me off the hill and I’ll tumble like a ball

Take my eyes; I don’t want them so much anymore

Don’t want to see some beauty when it’s ugly in the core

Rusty lungs, they can’t breath

Dried up dust, is all they need

You thought I had a hope, but it’s just a crack in my skin

Thought you were the one when we were two, now I’m back to one again

I can’t take the thought

I fear I’ll feel that way again

Every time I say it’s my last time

In the flame called love, I’ll jump again and again

I’m just an accident

A train off the broken track

A bad car wreck with one survivor

And a sadly shattered back

I’m rusty again

Learning to live

It’s not been long

I’m rusted again

A rusty chain, pulled apart by its ends

Rusted, rusted again

© Chris Petry 2014