Crying After My Horse Bolted Poem by John Sensele

Disaster knell, disaster bell, disaster cell
Fly into my matrimony faster
When in a short time spell
I choose to plunge my home into a cluster

Where nonsense and indifference
Grow a foothold
Steeped in a circumference which in one insane incongruence
Smiles, conversations, consultations and touches withhold

All because a wrong option I embraced
To even scores
As madness in my mind raced
To undermine the trust foundation ores

From which I am now persona non grata
Cut off for good
From the butter
She packed in every positive mood

For my comfort she flashed
To blow away frustrations my workplace
On me stashed
Landing home exhausted, wearing a long face

Which her bedside manners
Metamorphosed from morose
To beaming peals of laughter bereft of spanners
Frustrations and blues chose

To inject into my gait
Into my bearing, my posture
As though I'd had a pesky tete a tete
With a victorious vulture

Who now tore my confidence, my vision, my sapience to shreds
Peeling off from my home the harmony I once enjoyed
And whose threads
Now toyed

In a vacuum from which oxygen
Grown rare
Can't find enough hydrogen
With which to pair to repair

The domestic shell my escapades
Into a hut outside matrimonial home
With below zero grades
Though unwelcome on my dome

Pound my mind wondering why
My wife I betrayed
Living a lie that refuses to die
Leaving my life thoroughly frayed.