Riven through my comfort, thou hast.
It takes the form of two, no longer one.
Thy words have sundered through my mast
No longer do I stay, but turn and run.
My hope clingeth no more to thee
Or to the solid path I needed yet.
It filled with new uncertainty
Before my heart was ready to relent.
Five years I had intended, sought
The way to dig old roots and and start anew.
But what thou hast made sure is not
And I become afraid of life and you.
Thou hast no pity for my plight;
And I know not the road is right.
postscript
I don't have much to say here. Though I do hope if you read my poetry you also research the words are use for titles, if you don't know them. It sheds light on the poem itself.