Twenty-Five June

At the Tilted Kilt Mississauga

I try to tell my saga

Of a schism intentionally created

by someone impulsively berated

For the juices have slowly dried up

& the well has surely stagnated

This is a point of no return

& a loss utterly sedated

Three months are enough to know

if issues were about to blow

but when the heart sinks in blindness

there's no room for silence

but an emptiness awaiting to be filled up

after the well has gone dry.