Crying After My Horse Bolted

Disaster knell, disaster bell, disaster cell Fly into my matrimony faster When in a short time spell I choose to plunge my home into a cluster Where nonsense and indifference Grow a foothold Steeped in a circumference which in one insane incongruence Smiles, conversations, consultations and touches withhold All because a wrong option I embraced To even scores As madness in my mind raced To undermine the trust foundation ores From which I am now persona non grata Cut off for good From the butter She packed in every positive mood For my comfort she flashed To blow away frustrations my workplace On me stashed Landing home exhausted, wearing a long face Which her bedside manners Metamorphosed from morose To beaming peals of laughter bereft of spanners Frustrations and blues chose To inject into my gait Into my bearing, my posture As though I’d had a pesky tete a tete With a victorious vulture Who now tore my confidence, my vision, my sapience to shreds Peeling off from my home the harmony I once enjoyed And whose threads Now toyed In a vacuum from which oxygen Grown rare Can’t find enough hydrogen With which to pair to repair The domestic shell my escapades Into a hut outside matrimonial home With below zero grades Though unwelcome on my dome Pound my mind wondering why My wife I betrayed Living a lie that refuses to die Leaving my life thoroughly frayed.