There is no Love in a Barbed Wire Fence
Imagery of love's peril
There is no love in a barbed wire fence
With its thorns ready to stab
At a heart of anticipation and hope
Leaving scars of pain forever.
The rusted shingle of a long gone sign
Tells the folly of becoming attached
When clinging to close for support
It spurns a love that could never have been
The bond that holds two together
Is merely an act of convenience
A loop of wire that prolongs the inevitable
Fostering the rust that erodes the essence
So, there is no love in a barbed wire fence
Which, by nature, is strung to hang
Any sign of love
Corroding it with the rust of rejection