Something’s off can’t you feel that?
Her cold heart it never skips a beat
Graveyard smile sits under a top hat
His bitter words swirling in the heat
Jealousy creeps into a sterile conversation
Insults being hurled through false information
Nothing’s wrong can’t you let it go?
He’s just a memory living in the past
Missing the moment the last to know
She’s a reflection lost in the overcast
Hard feelings feeding this lack of motivation
Claustrophobic minds twist a familiar situation
Everyone’s got a story what’s yours?
He’s unable to read between the lines
Looking different behind closed doors
She’s left all alone where hatred dines
Cruelty hides within a fractured observation
So much disconnect fuels everyday frustration
Everybody’s suspect don’t you think?
Her nervous laugh ripples through time
For tomorrow could be gone in a blink
His eyes bare witness to another crime
Biased arguments used to mask desperation
Arrogance is shallow lacking any real imagination
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2026
The text you’ve provided is a theater of broken voices, almost an emotional noir where each stanza functions as a scene illuminated by lightning. I will absorb it in your register: dry, expressionistic, with symbolic density and pulling threads that you can use to reread or distort the reading.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m blown away as always by your supportive commentary brother and it really means a lot me. I’m just sharing the lessons learned from my journey in this life. Appreciate you.
Damian
Another masterpiece, my friend. Each line contains a riveting mystery with much to unpack. Quite the enigma and I love it! Many shades of night present here in this fantastic write. Keep that poetic soul a’shinin’.
Clay
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Clay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thank you so much for your continued support it really means a lot to me. Appreciate you.
Damian
You are the master of rhymes, for sure. You maintain the meter well, too. ( I still count syllables on my fingers when I write in meter, LOL)
Your message/s stay fluid very well as you progress. I can tell that it all does matter to you, the crafting. It shows.
Well writ, Damian.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve been rhyming for so long as a writer that it’s become muscle memory. I don’t write many free verse poems because no more than I pen a couple of stanza’s I’ve already started rhyming without even thinking about it. lol. By that time I like what I got already, so why go back and take out the rhymes and lose the plot. I don’t count syllables because I’m too lazy for one thing and I always write while listening to music, so I guess I’m following the drummer. Or my wife thinks I follow my heartbeat which I guess could be the case, since I have wrote without listening to tunes it’s just not very often. Appreciate you.
Damian
“Cruelty hides within a fractured observation
So much disconnect fuels everyday frustration”
Yes.. yes this had me nodding my head. I like how you created this.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I liked those lines as well but there are many in this one I dig. I was just experimenting around and I wanted a third person vibe mixed in was my thought, and this is what came out of my brain. lol. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
I bet you feel so much better now this is out here and presumably doing the rounds .. well penned my literary friend .. Neville
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I do feel a little better actually kind sir. lol. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
my absolute pleasure
Appreciate you!
I think it’s funny how everyone (including me) noticed the perfect rhyme schemes.
Favorite lines: Everyone’s got a story what’s yours?
He’s unable to read between the lines
Looking different behind closed doors
She’s left all alone where hatred dines
Jealousy can tear two people apart as easy as a bird tears the limbs of a mouse.
Another fine poem, Damian.
Thank you so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That’s my favorite stanza as well. I’ve been rhyming for so long it’s kinda second nature at this point. I’ve sat down several times thinking I’ll write in free verse. Two stanzas in and I got rhymes and once again the whole free verse thing doesn’t happen. lol. Jealousy can cause lots of turbulence for sure. Appreciate you.
Damian
There is so much in this one, and too many amazing lines to quote. This is a masterpiece in subtle storytelling, if one pays attention. That question of what’s your story carries a lot more weight than meets the casual eye. Because how do you answer that? My sweetie always says “Be more specific? I could answer from a dozen different angles, all truth, and still not answer what you’re asking.” Another incredible piece, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with write my friend. You got what this one was truly all about, I was focused on the storytelling throughout. I wanted the stanzas to connect as one through different scenarios. There are several angles indeed. I don’t think there is a simple answer to that question my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
That opening line is an attention grabber.
I’m loving these with the couplets and rhyme scheme.
Excellent work sir.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It does grab one’s attention indeed. I’m glad you’re digging them brother. They’ve been fun to pen while having a different vibe to them. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It does grab one’s attention indeed. I’m glad you’re digging them brother. They’ve been fun to pen while having a different vibe to them. Appreciate you.
Damian