Splintered love
When the going gets tough,
An’ times get hard, you turn
Your back to avoid a lot, of
Stuff you’d rather not have
Heard, from a mouth that’s
Gone from bad to worse.
This is not the love that once
There was, this is somethin’
Else an’ it’s gotta stop, it’s
Gotta stop an’ I mean now,
‘fore the hurt gets worse an’
The knives come out.
What was it turned a head
That once, had smiling eyes
Awash with love? A love so
Firm, so passion led, what
Storm, what fever, snapped
The thread?
When cold winds blow come
Climes disturbed, a house in
Turmoil love converts, to nights
Of anger, blame and more, a
Splintered mess where once a
Door.
Where anger rules and wills
Conflict, no peace on earth,
No time to think, no time to
Take the time to rest, when
Looks could kill and homes
Are wrecked.
What altar sees what’s yet
To come, dearly beloved, oh,
Please come, come, not always
So, I’m glad to say, but life
Is long and fortunes fray.
Then comes the day no one
Foresaw, a wandering eye,
She’s his for sure, a moment
Let’s say opportune, the die
is cast, the marriage doomed.
A day or so perhaps a week,
A change in tone when no
One speaks, it’s in the air,
It’s there to feel, another
Silent tortured meal.
No need for questions, plain
As day , the tension builds,
The bed is made, ‘go sleep in
It’, ‘your bags are packed’,
‘Well, yes I will, I won’t be
Back’.
A fist in anger, thrown in
Haste, not a door this time but
A tearful face, pans are flying,
Kids awake, a siren screams,
Help’s on its way ...
© Joseph G Dawson
04/07/2019
