**Unraveling Emotions in Roy Pullam’s ‘Broken Vowels’**
As I sit down to reflect upon this poignant piece of poetry, a question niggles at the corners of my mind: How often do we mistake the desert of estrangement for the oasis of love? This, undoubtedly, offers a lens through which to view today’s gut-wrenching lines. It’s hard not to feel that ache in your chest, the sense of distance that’s grown so insidiously… unnoticed until it’s too late. From the depth of these words, one can tell that the speaker listens with a heart that doesn’t fully comprehend the fracture that time has wrought upon another’s marriage.
My own experiences, woven into the tapestry of my marriage, remind me that leaving would be like tearing off my own skin—seeking solace in the shadows, became easy for some, perhaps too easy to break those once sacred vows. With each reading, it’s impossible not to buckle under the weight of what grows apart… those vows shattered, making us intricately entwined, interdependent almost.
This piece of soul-baring poetry—that causes one’s own marital meditations to bubble to the surface—invites us to ponder love’s evolution or, in some cases, its fossilization. Should marriages be the tracks that one easily strays from, or are they the beautiful cages of our own making, from which escape involves leaving pieces of oneself behind? Fancy delving deeper into the abyss of marital discontent? [LEARN MORE](https://www.bestpoetryonline.com/poetry-analysis/0047-dissecting-drift-and-distance).
I hear your story
How you are unhappy
How you married
Far too young
How you have grown apart
I listen
Not fully understanding
How you let
Distance grow
Between you
Why you are
Walking away
My marriage
Merged us
So much
That if I left
I would leave
Some of me
And take
Much of her
With me
You find ease
In breaking vowels
In the stray
Led by temptation
I listen
But I do not hear
What you say
My eyes narrow
As I try
To see your side
Love grows and changes
You never did
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