Soul Sick

The fall of a marriage Makes one sad indeed. Two lives, one, undone Hearts suffer;  they bleed. There is no cure for a break In that bond forever made Between the two who make The pledge to ever love one another. ‘Tis no small vow but easily made And consequences go unweighed When love is pursued. Or maybe they do But when you’re through you’re through. When the newly weds suffer And have no buffer Of friends and church to hear, The sighing and crying Is harder and prolonged. Need more than a song. Need a reason. And when is it treason?

16 Nov., 2020