By Leonard Pigg

There is a man that looks back with contempt
All the times love was a failed attempt
None of them are around anyway
He remains alone another day
This is not a cry for attention
Getting past it is his intention
So, he moves forward in hate
Honestly, it's not that great
In the altar of disdain
His sacrament consists of pain
Praying for an emotional release
Some way to tame his beast
His heart thumped with pride
Less Jekyll and more Hyde
Old lovers and the wayward friend
Become your enemy in the end