Alone

[jacjas_7]

My wife says I should not post anything I have written. She fears someone would steal it and claim it as their own. Though I do not feel my work is that good, here is a poem I wrote the first of last week. Shifted if you read this, you know where this was going and the road I am taking.

Alone

I spend most days and nights alone;
The feelings of loss and emptiness are my only *******;
My pain and suffering is all my own.

I watch from a nearby window everyone who passes by;
Joy on their happy faces,
Going many wonderful places,
While I sit in this house waiting to die.

Many days I find it hard to relax and
Well though that may be the facts;
I often dream of fields of gold and
Somewhere, somehow, that one day too I may get to grow old.

My nights are no longer a sleeping wonder;
Instead I lie in bed and ponder.
My plight is no worse than yours,
I know that oh so well,
But on so many bad thoughts I dwell.

My life has become so empty;
Everything about me is in constant turmoil;
Always stirring the anger inside me to a constant simmering boil.

Often times I remove myself from loved ones;
Only to retreat deeper in my darkened room inside my head;
That is often why I weep,
While everyone else is in bed.

I know this is not the world for me;
Nor did I want it to be;
But the hand has been played and
This is what was to dealt me.

Alright, so there I have finally posted one of my poems.