My home is bare, with no love to share,
My heart is lifeless for I have become wifeless.
The job was taken and may have break’n the love
Of the marriage and the wife, she has left the carriage.
With her heart she said she loves me but her face tells me I’m
Ugly and lost in sadness that can only be tragic.
She is still my magic; I love her deeply my heart can not
Function with out her near me.
She is happy and that is great, I am losing everything but
Weight. I eat my sorrow and need money to borrow to keep my self from
Giving up the morrow. I have no friendship which is my fault I lose them all with out
A cause. I must change to keep her close which mean my job and life must become toast.
I have to lose all that I am and change the way that so I can stand again with her who makes me happy.
I want her to see me and her not feel ******. I have reduced her life to this because I didn’t take care of her with desire instead, I let our love expire.

The heart is homeless but not the body, the body lives in empty house and the heart is hostage like a trapped mouse.

Al Melaskev