💣 Destructive Weaponry Poem by Gio Masserati

His works sang the lovliest melodies
Melodic
Angels in awe, found me to sing
He captivated our hearts
Especially mine
But then his anger tore away
Destroying all of them in half
Just demolished his once works of art
His chosen Weaponry was the pen in hand
Hidden behind every once beautiful word
He sought to get back written evidence
From a love he had extinguished
He never professed his heart to her
Instead he hid behind the pen
A danger to his fuming hand
How could his love go so awry?
To desecrate the contemporary form
With sharpened edge of sword
Tongue's destructive Weaponry
Justified, in his mind, for others scenery
Now the half broken-hearted poems

Stand alone

Wondering why
By their very master's hand
He threw up on their distant land
Desecrating their heritage
The love that he professed and promised
Selfishly resembled hate

Abandoned...and lost in space
Poet's poems stand...alone

Someday those poems of artistic love
will fly up...to their destiny
Read, but never received
They will be accepted iñto poem heaven
With poetry angel's open arms of love
Wondering all the while
What destroyed their soulmates?