Thou Art Broken

Thou art has broken; beyond repair;

Shattered and broken, you exude despair

You need to relax, contemplate, and then repair

It will take time; maybe a matter of years

Art I, yes, broken, shattered, yes doomed

To loneliness and despair? Shunned and discarded

Hidden in the back? Frail and feeble, as I am

I seek the sun, the sun that once shone

Has that gone too? No, thought not.

Comes out in the morning, sets at night

Yes, I remember. I get that right.

I’m defeated, beaten, and tired; I don’t want a fight

This “Love” business is a mystery, a trap for fools

It’s serious, required commitment; punishes those

That cannot, do not or will not subscribe. Strike one

Against me. “Love” demands the truth. In my youth

I did not understand. When you say “I do”

It doesn’t mean, “sometimes, I’ll try, how long’s a lifetime?

No negotiation, no appeal; no reprieve. You’ve made your bed

Now share; for better or worse, richer or poorer, sickness and health

Strike two, against me. There’s an exit to consider

Separation and divorce. The material and emotional cost

Of un-coupling. There are two ways to allow this to happen

Scream and fight, bad for your blood pressure - might end in blood

Respect each other. It didn’t work? You’ve talked it through

Come to a decision. Act on it. No scramble for this or that

In the end, apologies for your transgressions, things you could 

have done, but didn’t. Thank the other person for their contribution.

Maybe we can meet again? Maybe not. Strike three. OUT!!!

Have I, been broken, shattered, and doomed

To loneliness and despair? Shunned and discarded

Hidden in the back? Frail and feeble, was I 

I sought the sun, the sun that once shone

And still does. I struggled, re-built myself, my relationships

Ponder, wondered, wandered, sought time alone, sought time with others

Three strikes? Yes! Am I out? No sir, a bit dazed, confused and brittle

But definitely in the game. A game, is it? Yes and no and yes

Girls aren’t the only ones who want to have fun.