Watching as they sink
Wreckage after the
Storm of the middle-aged
Oblivious to their own remedies
They saw the forecasts
Were warned of dangers
Still foolhardily pressed on
Told n'one of their endeavors
Clouds crowding
Wary winds
People perishing
Sorrowful seas
Boat bullied into submission
No force like water
Tearing and wearing
The hopeless down into
Shells of what they once were
Suddenly aware of aftermath
Learning of their strife before the wreck
They were warned
Yet, still the knowledge
Curdles the assumptions of family and friends
Fomenting separation
At the breaking of the storm
The aftermath a single clue
To middle-aged unhappiness
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Watching as they sink
Wreckage after the
Storm of the middle-aged
Oblivious to their own remedies
They saw the forecasts
Were warned of dangers
Still foolhardily pressed on
Told n'one of their endeavors
Clouds crowding
Wary winds
People perishing
Sorrowful seas
Boat bullied into submission
No force like water
Tearing and wearing
The hopeless down into
Shells of what they once were
Suddenly aware of aftermath
Learning of their strife before the wreck
They were warned
Yet, still the knowledge
Curdles the assumptions of family and friends
Fomenting separation
At the breaking of the storm
The aftermath a single clue
To middle-aged unhappiness
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