Brought Down By One Man

by Rude Poet

I don't hate men, I swear. Just one. I deal with it by writing poems.

Filled with hopes and dreams,

Of a new life,

Torn down by one man.

Dreaming of the future,

Together with him,

Ruined by one man.

Countless fears unknown,

Seeming fearless,

Fear brought by one man.

Stoic, tall, and fearful,

That one man killed,

From the inside and out.

Leaving without a word,

With a dying soul,

Brought down by one man.