Stretched and twisted, tattered and worn
Pulled from both sides and visibly torn,
The result of,
Crippling competition and cruddy compromise
For you are but one precious toy,
Wanted by both and caught in-between
Torn down your middle, ripped at your seam.
Time spent strapped in this relentless rack
Has ripped your arms, your legs and your back.
You cannot be doubled, nor successfully shared
And thus the
Here your must lie, dishevelled, yet firmly one piece
The desperate keeper of an impossible peace.