Psychological Warfare

Everything I ever loved,
Everything I treasured,
Brought to naught and smashed for me,
Deliberately and measured.

The markets, gone, the bore as well.
Ladies groups at church,
Boats on the bay and yahtzee too.
My home, trust, love, the soul of me
All gone to Hell, all shredded.

This hurt’s beyond, above all else,
Enough to crush a saint.
No matter how I strive to please
There’s now one tear on yellow paint.
Sorrow.