The Quiet Ones Poem by r james sterzinger

everyone loves to brag
how they are the man
how they can bed more
women. how they told
this and this witch to
go to hell. how they
had the balls to buy
the motorbike, the car
the beer... the whatever.

those guys go to their homes
their wives who married them
worshipped them
they got the alpha male
don't you know
they, those wives and their
children now have desperate lives

seek out the alone the internal the
quiet man the one that has no friends
doesn't want one doesn't
need one. the man who screams
his prayers at the stars.

when he opens up his heart
he opens it singular.
he loves deep and hard
you can break his heart
with a singular thrust
a great stroke
like a warrior
like an executioner
like an artist.