Old Horizons

Screaming in tears
An old experience
With a wife who never
Hasn’t cried or yelled
Hasn’t had the reasons
Smashing things on the floor

Doors slamming
Mirrors broken
Electronics in ruins
An engine starts
A loved one departs
I stand in disrepair

Pieces fall behind me
As the floor ascends above
My mind falls within
I’m doing this again

Where has it gone this time
What series of events
How has this happened
I start popping open drinks

One ten fifty then
The door is still open
Wide angle tunnel vision dot closing in
I can not handle this again


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