Schooled

I watch him struggle to deal
With the fact that pain is real
And all the inadequacy I feel

Comes bubbling to the fore
Until those droplets pour
From my own eyes once more

For I can clearly see
Not learning to leave things be
Could make one a failure, like me.

Disbanded

The tattered soldiers try to muster
While battered by the brutal bluster
They’re scattered out of every cluster
Once shattered, lust can lose its luster.