An Ode to a Man From the Civil War

You were much like the black abyss at the tips of my fingers.

I poured out thoughts, feelings, secrets shared not before

You accepting each one with a nonchalant air around your mind

Time I can afford and thoughts I can spare

Feelings or ideas founded on you being different

That’s what is hard to give up to grin and bear

You hide and you’re a frightened little boy

I never thought it to kind to play with one another like a toy

You giggle at your thrills and wallow in your dirty secrets too

I find my opinion changed I no longer have a respect for you

You’re just like him there and the shallow girl in your room

Your mind’s only full of games and traps to distract you from your doom

Flutter around in her sweet, wet mind and speak to the stranger at the bar

I’ll be fine in my mind’s loft away and keeping afar

Regret of life that wasn’t deep enough to play

She always comes for the men living your way

I hope she has a little mercy on you at night

At least in all the mess your words strung together music that was too often right

Author's Note

Finally getting around to loading all my old hand written writings to the site. Grammar and structure in my "poetry" aren't what I'm ever focusing on. I love to hear feedback even if its just a thumbs up or down. Thanks!

Reviews

[A. Amos]

You write from your soul and as your reader felt every word deeply understood, will come back to view more of your work my friend. Good write.....

[David Scott]

We all wage war against our own values. We fight the core "home" within our soul at times...
I can see the desire to know and be known, to be just and seek justice; whatever it might mean.
I like the unfinished feel to the lines of thought. You leave room for the reader to expand the thoughts on their own.
Good to read your work again.

[Paul Seaman]

Good visuals. One can only hope that the Women in our lives have mercy for us at night ! A very good line there ! thank you for your comment on my poem.