Every where I turn you leave

a trail of broken tears.

All I see are shards of broken hearts,

I thought you would have learned after

all these years.

There are consequences in the tragedies

you leave in your stead.

I wonder if those shards of hearts

enter your mind while you’re

asleep in your bed.

Many times I’ve scolded you about

considering the feelings of others.

But to no avail; I decided to stop

speaking to you as if I

was your mother.

I hope one day that karma catches

up to you real soon.

Then you’ll end up like the many

that you left broken and torn

from the moment they met you.


via Daily Prompt: Devastation