Chaos engine of a family,
broken, sputtering through loveliness.
Dreams were cast through this reality.
Gears and springs mistuned by violentness.
Out goes the breakup in boxes and bags;
the sweeping of corners and tossing of rags.
This fallowed Shire of a love-lost pair
will roses bear with fruits of other kind –
a man’s untethered, in spiritu mind.
(submitted for open link night at DversePoets)