A Barren Furrow

The phone has stopped ringing,

nobody bothers to call,

you can’t really blame them

since it was you who built the wall.

Unable to concentrate

on the here and now,

you chose the past as a

barren furrow to plough.

What could you have done that

would have made things different,

maybe tried listening instead of

acting so belligerent.

All that is left are regrets

that have started to fester,

soon to reach their tipping point

they will call for your sequester.

Alone with your memories

and the damage they’ve done

the most serious being the

estrangement from your son.