Haiku: Stranded

These were not easy ones for me to write. I imagine they're not particularly easy ones for my family to read. My parents separated and then divorced when I was 15. My father went over the edge when it happened. When he died a decade later, he was still bereft of the life he had lost.

I envision the
shock paving the way toward
bitter loneliness.

A once vibrant man
shattered by his own making.
Patriarch undone.

[One Single Impression poets speak of being "stranded" this week.]