Poem: Hurt

He was hurt
He said all women are the same
Like curse is curse only a different game
Love failed him, someone had to take the blame
Omitting insecurities and aggression with no shame
The pain was more than an etch to a teardrop
It went through the bone, cradled the soul, then up
He was crying but fear left him dry eyed
This rugged voyage at a crossroad left turned denied

Every young man is scared before his first orgasm
For that love and loyalty he’ll cross any chasm
He lived south she lived north, young lovers in school
A surprise weekend visit unveiled she was a garden tool
His friends talked but with open eyes love was blind
This erotic visual of his angel erupted a casual mind
When youth is affixed, honesty can be a brute
Someone with blabbermouth had to tell him the truth

While eying reality a heart can sway many beats
Especially when belief and imagination do its feats
The journey from north to south seemed short that night
Amazing walking the miles, raging thoughts no fright
The throbbing debilitating ache took distance away
Tonight he cursed and swore orating all he had to say
If this was recorded she would not speak to him ever
If do over was possible his answer a confident never


Note: William "Bubbles" Galloway is MNI Media's Resident Spoken Word Contributor..