She has an easy smile. Different light.
Other men toss and toil. She shines bright.
She can’t understand the struggle that binds.
A different perspective, a wasted life.
Time won’t heal your wounds. Scars are eternal.
Forget-me-nots ignorant of have-nots.
The privileged station is undeserved.
Children in the eyes of suffering men.
Longing for caresses and hands held tight.
They kneel before queens, but won’t challenge gods.
Detestably aware, unspoken words.
Crown and glory for salvation of none.
Bittersweet moments. Losing momentum.
The bear trap closes, locks the soul in tight.
Forbidden fruit is the rotten apple.
Sworn fealty to the innocents who cry.
Forgotten miscreants, subjects of pain.
Trying to get by in your world, so cold.
Shallow, hollow, farcical bed of lies.
Face in the mud, the dirt covers slowly.
Until all that is left are our remains.
Untouchable for a moment in time.
Only in thought. The message was not passed.
Carry on the burden, the weight’s not bad.
Only time can heal the wounds, while she smiles.