You Only Lose What You Cling To — Buddha — When we may seem broken,
The shattered dream — awake. The muse the bard, now choking;
That feast one big mistake. When we may seem separate,
Detached and disengaged. Once Kings and Queens, now desperate,
Oft struggling to relate. There may be no solutions,
No quip, or turn of phrase. To salve the lilliputian
Wounds exacting pain. There may be no forgiveness
That’s left when all’s been drained.
