When concentration begets focus,
As you are trying to think.
What went wrong?
Where’s the link?
Frustration turns to anger,
and love lost does to a stranger.
Clear and undeniable tears,
Have wept themselves for years.
When enough, is not there and, “we’re over,” disappears.
Tied to yourself with chains.
Out of your soul, love drains,
As the summer storm rains.
Recovery is hiding silently,
Waiting in the back,
Watching and listening for a heartbeat,
To bring a life, back on track.