Birds, pigeons, flying from his arms
Away they carry his sadness
Leaving him gladness
A soft spot
Between those ropes
A beast roamed
Battered and bruised past pain
Walls holding waters
Tears fears
Muscle and vein
For every punch thrown
Each match won
It was there and not gone
Shadow by day
Nightmare by dark
A scar and a mark
She, ointment on his wound
An echo in his desolate cave
His soul did crave
Affection connection perfection
Reflection blinded mirror
A blurry aura
Terror, horror...
©fredrick o
F