The Wishful Well

He was more than they could have wished for

Before...

The spectacle in his spectacles

Eyes to the power of square

Reclusively brilliant

Maladroit yet

Inspired and wired

To

Love.

Teen squad of beefy 

brawn,

Target for an

injured fawn,

To Push and moosh

Muddied pales of pain

Across his way

And

Into grey...

He MINDED

He MATTERED

Misunderstood by a hood of

Vacant wood  ....  

She was more than they could have wished for

Softly buttered 

Gently uttered

Love...

Weird gears 

and ready tears

Understated supple clay

With which to play

Effortlessly dented

A  heart rented

For hate ... 

Now 

She MINDED

AND MATTERED

As they battered

Pain on greedy

forked tongues 

Malevolent ill

in

Crammed lungs

With tusks to taunt

Their Odium sport ....

trolling and rolling

in the mire of

indifference.

Tyrants through glass walls

spread  their dark sprawls

Of tall towered

And powered

Opression

Regression

From life

Bullies

Rife

He joined them
She wouldn't
It was less than he could have hoped for
It was less than she could have hoped for

Expect

LOVE 

Negate

Hate

Resurrect  

RESPECT...

Wish well xx