Drowning, numb to fate
I want to let it all go
Bring peace to where
I wouldn't know
It's all a mess

Emotional swirls
Flushing all away
I just can't believe
He promised, vowed
And I meant nothing
Robbed of hopes
Mentally *****

It's a dark, dark soul
Evil in its form
To act without concern
To think to ones self
I just don't care

Who is this *****?
Another broken soul?
Why couldn't she find her own
Someone loves her
Much I'm sure
Tortured, now
There is no cure

Hatred consumes me
Burns with passion
A mess of flame
So confusing
Broken love

How is this?
I still love
How pathetic am I?
What does this make me?
Am I ***** like that?
Round and round
Circles, patterns pass

Broken branches
Storm's reprieve
Greens turn
Browns leaves
Broken dreams

Lonely tree
Fallen breeze
Dying tease
Laying softly
Sleeping needs
Wasted trunk
Wormed whole

You drew away from me
By pencil, ink, and quill
Always in silence,
Repeating the same words
And stories at will

Your life grew mundane
Boring, silent and unfulfilled
Here by morning, gone quickly still
Withdrawn and alone,
You reached for the stars
Craving excitement, friends
Anyone, a voice, a chill

We fought, many and will
You reached for others
Suitors, they will
Droned me out
Too loud, they ****

Is it no reason, your mother so shrill
I asked you for reason
I reach for you still
You cannot find effort
All those, say nigh
I sought reconciliation
My chances were nil

Too many voices
For me just one
Your lies and your cries
Now I know better
Now I know why

Three years of my questions
I pleaded and cried
My heart is so broken
Why? All this time?
You blamed me for this
Trashed me for why
Respect not given

I should have seen why

Sweet summer's sun
I don't see your light
I only see November
Sleet, snow, and ice
I pick and I scramble
Shovel this snow
Such a great weight

Another women has come
Brought by the waste
Disrupting this family
Tratiorous June's fate
Can't trust a word, too late

The weatherman's forecast
Warm sunny skies, no clouds
No Melissa, no Jennifer, no Kate
Your pictures a warning
An empty sky, so fake
Bitter and cold, broken my home
Children cry, yelling to sleep

I wondered for why
June just didn't try
Too many strange voices
Around, telling her why
Never to stay, June, only to go

Blanket this field
***** and white
**** all the flowers
Cold burn the life
Butterflies, they cry
Birds cannot fly
Deep drowning white

But somehow I knew
Instinct runs true
Words mean nothing
The sky is not blue
Hypocrital too