Staring at these four walls
All the pictures bringing memories to my mind
Was the love really hard to find
I thought I was kind
Was I blind
Was I wrong
Thinking it was our time

I thought a picture
Was worth a thousand words
Then why can't I find the right verbs
I have become a victim of her last words

These four walls
If they could talk and tell all
They cause me to break down and bawl
I thought we were in it for the long haul
These walls remind me it was not going to happen at all

I look at the cross hanging on the wall
I get on my knees  
And ask
God why is this happening to me
Why did she leave me

The clock ticking, hanging on the wall
Tells me how many days
Reminds me how many times I begged her to stay

These four walls

her brown hair was like
non-insulated
stranded copper wires
of high current carrying capacity,

her dark-black eyes were like voltage,
and my resistance was very low

her hips were like power supply
with two step-up transformers

the dulcet words she whispered
were like electrons flowing
in my ears

when she approached me,her gait
was like magnetic attraction,
and we had unlike poles

her hands on mine were like
magnetic sparks,like that
of a short-circuited contactor

the magnetic field was the
dark-grey carpet we were standing
on

and her red sappy lips
were like ground wire
as she kissed my cheeks
and the shock was neutralised

In America
You're either rich or ******
Or privileged enough
To be ****** by the rich
Medical bills
Car insurance
Groceries
Utilities
Student loans
******* that nobody can afford
Yet everybody pays for
Because this is America
And we need to have it all
In America
I'm ******
Because I'm not a millionaire
And that's the kind of salary you need
In order to survive