Without umpire, ruthlessly you played the game
And planted the seed of bitterness in my soul.
You ran and schemed all over the field
Striking and scoring all the penalty kicks.
I sought no mission to kindness and faith
As you swing my emotion in three-sixty degree.
Your destructive devices pierced through my heart
And your careless words slam-dunked my pride.
My simple failures you grossly exaggerated
Sweet memories of life you overanalyzed.
My cherished hope you cruelly oversimplified
And treasured dreams you faintly summarized.
Without passion, you committed a flagrant foul
Ignoring my feelings without benefit of doubt.
You broke the vow and ruined my life
Now my heart bleeds... for trusting your love.
Sunday B. Fakus