Glass Shards Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Fate can be both cruel and mean
Sometimes there is no between
No middle ground on which to dwell
Little understanding as far as I can tell
It is this or that no compromise
Even the passion don’t materialise
Love goes all the way or it falls
There’s no going back, no recalls
When you find it never give it away
Otherwise into fates hand you play
Twisting the knife in a lovers sorrow
Breaking hearts like there is no tomorrow
Fragile framed like a house of cards
Collapsed into shattered glass shards