Evening Shadows

With sighs of despair
the eyes of disgust glare
into the mirror reflecting the sacred temple
the pagoda of femininity
despised by a masculine mind
fingers scratching the smooth skin
longing for the roughness of
early evening shadows
the tormented tears cry inside
never to be seen
as eyes close to the pain
ignoring the reality
that she is not he
the man I should be

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse