Ruined

Shattered, battered, torn like old clothes worn to rags, bags on buses, can’t see what the fuss is… is this fate for me?… watching suns rise with blood shot eyes, sleep and love deprived, feeling not really alive… zombie walking into the horizon’s hot gaze, wonder how I make through these desolate days… the ways of a woman make me wonder about love and life, how do I start this endeavor of a lover to my wife… the wife of a broken man, mother of an only child, make passion again and again to pass the whiles… gentle breezes with rain pass over me waking my inner pain, pillows of asphalt, heart joining the oils stains… ruined