Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

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

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