Wicked Wednesday: One Man

By Iampartha (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

By Iampartha (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

One man stands alone
on a hill,
standing still,
and his will
is as firm as a rod.

He stands and he waits
for the call,
held in thrall,
till nightfall
when he’ll drop the facade.

When night finally comes,
and the light
turns to night,
there’s no fright
that he feels in his soul.

Is it love that he feels,
or instead
maybe dread
in his head
as he tries this new role.

The wind picks up now,
and it blows
through his clothes
and he knows
things will turn out all right.

He is strong and alive,
he knows love
from above
it’s behove
and his heart is not tight.

He knows that below
she awaits
by the gates,
love creates
solace in his mind now.

For she waits
just for him,
not a whim
on the limb
and his thoughts will allow.

As the sun rises
low in the sky,
he knows why
time’s gone by
and he must make amends.

For if he does not
she will flee
then be free
he will see
that they cannot be friends.

One man stands alone
then he turns
stomach churns
and he learns
what she means to his heart.

And together they stand
they are strong
it’s not wrong
much too long
no more keeping apart.



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2 Responses to Wicked Wednesday: One Man

  1. I love this poem where from standing alone, he’s eventually together with her. What I love even more is the rhythm of the poem. Gorgeous!

    Rebel xox