Schism

In wind and fury
I'm lost and dreary,
withered to the bone.
Lasting longing,
hoping, calling,
aging takes its toll.
Pretence reared its ugly head
and a schism did unfold.
Cascading tearing,
fraught not fearing,
settles in like cold.
The day to come
all love undone
may never be in time.
I've lost the trust
that never was,
forsaken to the rhyme.
Unto the street
I tread with feet
not wanting to the beat.
Find a stranger
to fill the manger
and cure the heartache
in the chief.
Go spend a dime
to heal the mind
and capture some relief.