Helen gave everything to this life she never received anything back only the love of her family husband daughter and sons her dear friends She gave so much to this world just by her presence being here but In return all she received nothing from this world but pain illness suffering And I'm still asking why she never deserved any of that she never complained of her pain her struggles I always remember a priest when Helen was In her wheelchair at a appointment at mental health clinic he said he didn't no why God allowed people In wheelchair and those suffering so many illnesses I think It so sad people seem be singled out to suffer In life were others never seem to get any problems at all
A priest once said he didn't know why God allowed people to suffer with illnesses end up In wheelchairs
I forgot to remember to forget all the days of child abuse alone In dark shut In the cupboard under the stairs I forgot to remember to forget that If I cried the door would be opened and slippers would be thrown at me then locked again I forgot to remember to forget the beating at the hands if my mother with the back of a wooden hand brush I forgot to remember to forget the ****** abuse suffered at the hands of my brother which my parents chose to ignore I forgot to remember to forget that I never smiled as a kid people would ask why they would say come on smile But they didn't know of the child abuse I suffered at the hands of mother for they didn't have to remember to forget
I forgot to remember to forget that I suffered at the hands of my mother sexually abused by brother
Never would I have left her not In winter or summer for I always wanted to be with her and that our love would last forever but sometimes things don't go to plan and she was taken from far to soon In life there always be for a feeling of anger for never having had a say when my darling she was taken from me but I'm blessed with her memory and the years that we did have and no one can take my memories or the dreams of her away and no one can now ever hurt her and she free from the pains through her disabilities she suffered so much from In life now In permanent sleep away from all the troubles of this life and one day I will join her so we'll be together once again
I still feel anger Helen was taken from but at leased I no she free of pain and one day we'll be together again
The depth of despair I've often been there felt like the lowest of the low that what society has done to me but so many others just like me who suffer the Injustices of 9 years of austerity the poor people of this country have had to endured this now cruel world controlled by the corruption that Is now so much a part of our lives but was not the same as when I was growing up as a child then world that had respect for It's people but all that has been sold out to self Importance and greed that sits back and watches our people die on our streets while they themselves live there comfortable lives so glad to be the age I am so don't have to witness the suffering much longer compassion died the day this government got elected
Hitting back at the Injustices of austerity 9 years the poor people of this country have endured
Upon the morning light It to there briefly l would wake to turn and snuggle Into my wife so warm and cosy my nose filled with her beautiful perfume so safe and protected laid there basking In the radiating warmth of her beautiful body but sadly then she started to get terrible pain In her back which eventually sadly ended the snuggling In never again would I be able to do this my wife had to have a separate bed designed especially for her needs I took the settee opposite her so could tend her every need as 24/7 carer for ten years I slept on that settee never being able to just hold her for fear of hurting and causing more pain Helen's bones they were crumbling thinning at a fast rate she required a wheelchair for fear of falling and breaking a bone which would have been extremely difficult to mend but I loved her and would have gone to **** and back for her but now she was gone I think I'm already there **** that Is
Sad story of a poor girl who suffered so muck In life that poor girl was Helen my wife
Awake 01:54 am In extreme pain that been bothering me all the day the only thing to do Is to write poems which takes my mind off the pain Pray for winter to be gone, for warm weather to return and take a chill from my bone's Helen had Osteoarthritis to which I now have This being only one of many ailments the poor the girl suffered which make wonder how she was able to survive for as long as she did, can have only been shear courage that saw her through, a true Inspiration Helen Is to us all
Courage help Helen to survive all the terrible ailments she suffered throughout her life so hard to watch her slowly being robbed her Independence bit by bit so cruel sometimes this world In which we live
The word must be told I will announce at loud I am fear you will not respond So, I will return to my silent As I fear to be frustrated I will judge to your heart Which certainly knew what I suffered I suffer wide look of your brilliant The moon is my talk To see you at her shape And lonely will be my sit As I talk to your shape That is light my space
the love knows its way, no distances or mount could stop it
We difted out of sight Sort of got blinded by lies The darkness could not go forth into the light. For the light held so much glory The darkness stood out like a sore thumb. It was itching to leave. The light revealed impurity Exposing sins of men. The dark lingers in the corner of the church. The church has forgotten how to love. It instead has growen sick with sin. It has become an idol place of gossips It has turned it's back on It's first Love. The holy spirit. It has forgotten The real message of hope. It has abbandoned the one that came to give us a hope and a future . God's son The Lord Jesus Christ.
How long does a flower needs to bloom? Before it started dying slowly and surely How long can I stay in these circumstances? Before I started to weep, full of regrets?
Flowers only bloom and mature once My love will only grow and come once So beautiful but fragile Already used to not disturbing you again Really want to forget you but I can't
Why is it like this? Why does the fog of hesitation comes to cover me? Warping me in this indescribable feeling again Engraving deep bitter wounds in my heart Which expands, shattering my heart into a million pieces
Heartfelt words are not truthful It has only set my heart to say a truthful lie Perhaps I didn’t love, I didn’t feel pain, but I can't
Why did I think you were beautiful? Why did I love you more than myself? Why didn't you treat me equally? Why?
Have I done something wrong? All my words are fading Like a blossomed Chrysanthemum that paled then withered
Being emotionless A dandelion flown away blown by the wind of sorrow My existence is unbearable for you To keep admiring you makes me torn apart
Happiness is forever a shortage, as a flower which/that is mortal Counting the remaining days from these remaining petals Can I make it a little bit longer?
Memories of you slowly fades Time will soon relieve you Disappearing too fast
Leaving the dust of regret Sighting full of woe Crying gently and howling like a lonely wolf Trying to release all the pain that must I suffer
I know we can't be together Even I've already tried to show my affection Even I've already tried to take care of you Everything is so useless
The rotten fragrance of the wilted flower Which is carried by the wind of sorrow Lead me to far away from you Fading all the memory that I ever had of you...