"Three days?
Merely three?"
Burst of salty
shimmering tears
upon my red face;
excruciating pain
within my chest;
as I hear
those unpleasant words,
"You have three days left
in which to live."

I did it again I came in stumbling
I can't speak out so I end up mumbling.
I slammed the door so hard the pictures fell
I hate myself so much I want out of this Hell.
I can't see in the dark so I trip over the couch
I start cursing at it before I can say ouch.
I tear up whatever is in my way
I don't care if you go or if you stay.
By the time I get to the hallway the house is a mess
I don't care anymore I have enough stress.
I see you lying there in the bed alone
I come at you like a cyclone.
"Get up out of this bed, go clean this house."
as I grab you hard, tearing your blouse.
You try to get up but, I stomp off in a rage
go to the closet and grab my 12 gauge
You are crying so loud but, I don't hear a sound
until the gun let's off a single round.
I am shocked by the noise, I drop the gun in a hurry
I stumble to the bed but, my vision is still blurry.
You aren't moving, "my God what have I done?"
"What the hell made me so mad to pick up that gun?"
Standing there in tears I scream,"baby I didn't mean it."
" I drank too much, I love you, the beer made me do it."
I put my hand to your face to see if your breathing
I can't see too clearly but, I don't see you bleeding.
I reach in my pocket and pull out my phone
I call 911 and give them the address to my home.
The cops soon arrive you haven't moved at all
I let them in and stand with my back against the wall.
They tell me,"Sir come in here, we really need to talk."
I don't know how I didn't fall since I still could barely walk.
My eyes dart open and I grasp for a breath of air
I yell your name when I see you sitting there.
The cops put handcuffs on me and say I'm going to jail
"You're lucky you didn't **** her,you might get out on bail."
"Baby, I love you madly, I would never want you to die."
She looked at me in my face and said "I love the way you lie."
Now my wife has moved to a location that I am not to know
they say I'll be out of prison in a few years, I'm really hoping so.
So, I sit here everyday and think of her while in my cell
I thought my life was bad before now I really am in Hell.

Sitting with my beau
amongst the fire's glow
where he did bestow
a galanty show.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a bench
holding her designer weave
along came a breeze
it fell to her knees
now that's a sight you have to see to beweave.

My soul unto yours
your soul unto mine
from this moment on
united through time.

Souls once divided at last reunited!

Deep, aching, stabbing,wretched, pain
barely walking, limping, body strain.
Exhausted, fragile, paleness
unhealthy, aging,signs of stress.
Numbing, tingling,constant, hurt
no turning back now, cannot avert.
Pushing forward inch by inch
each step I take makes me flinch.
Pills,creams,meds and all
nothing helps I just sit and bawl.
Too young to have my body break
don't know how much more that I can take.
Doctors help that's what they do
but, doctors here think I'm a fool.
Treatment costs so very much
without insurance a cure is out of touch.
So I pick myself up and do what I must
til it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Deep fires within
stay hot to the core
I'm glowing cant you see.

Intense from your love
that brightens my world
like God's hands touching me.

Each ray from the sun
directly absorbed
my soul stays ablaze for thee.