Broken Man

Every day, the world caves in a little closer,
The shouts get a little louder,
Lonely starry nights get a little colder,
And still I grow older,

She lies in the other room,
Even though once we were side by side,
Now we slumber separated by solid walls,
though we still make audible each others calls,

He yells and screams like I was not his father,
He tutts and struts and wishes we could be miles further,
I remember when he first arrived and I cradled him in my arms,
Now I disown him as my son despite the ties that bind,

I blame it all on the first born,
He rebelled first and the other always follows,
Despite the shed tears and the broken photo frames,
Me and the first have an understanding but the other is lost to me,

Luckily, the second born still does what I tell him,
My faithful little trooper come what may,
Loyal to the end, solid and dependable,
But even sometimes thats debatable,

I wasnt lying when I said it was caving in,
Somedays I lie in bed, afraid to let the sunshine in,
The doctors tell me, I am losing my mind.
I dont agree, but what about the ties that bind?