Music That Tore In His Mind An Old Wound Open

Turning on the radio
He sat back to relax
But relaxation was one of the things
He wasn't meant to have.

The music didn't let him rest
instead it tore open
an old wound in his mind
about which he had never spoken.

The melodious tuneful music
was discordant to his ears,
Incurring terrible memories
of previous, by- gone years.

Every single word sung
made him remember the days
when their diminishing love
had led to parting o the ways.

She had told him that she loved him.
He told her, he loved her too.
But in his heart he knew it;
what she said was just not true.

There had been a time when they
couldn't live without each other.
But now the very thought of the past
made his body shudder.

The way the door had banged that day
was still ringing in his ears.
And even though he tried,
somehow he couldn't stop the tears.

Once, But Not Twice

Once I built a house
made it safe and strong
put fire in the hearth
made it warm and secure
Then one fateful night
a ferocious storm blew
blew so hard it had no end
The house caught fire
from the blazing hearth
It all came down to ashes
right before my eyes
With strength and courage
I built my abode again
made it warm and secure
If another storm hurls towards me
I will not fight against it
I will accept my fate
and will let it all be remembered as
the house that burned in flame.