Things have come apart
just as I suspected
I knew it all along
this start
this chance
would never be respected

This takes a form
unlike the norm
my fate in store
is not like anything before
a different game
that ends the same.

My present and my future
will be ended by a suture
and the past I had
not the good ... just the bad
will soon be once again
full of not just old pain
but future hurt
no water and no dirt
no pretty things
that my touch brings

I took a risk
tried to change my ways
to bring myself better days
against the odds I took a stand
that's all wiped away
by a broken hand
Experience is a brutal teacher.