Broken Poem by Will Human

is it the truth of life
that man is bound to eternal strife
to be ripped apart by deep betrayal
or to live in the lees of formidable ale
to be swept aside in childish pretense
nothing more than a crude remembrance
is this the truth of life?

is it the joy of life
in the joining of a hateful wife
or to live in the cold grasp
that deceit at you your soul to rasp
to have your heart shattered on the floor
shards that in themselves that are sore
is this life?