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Posted by MFish

Take deep, slow breaths.
I feel as if my hands,
belong to someone else.
A strange sensation.

Pour my soul, on the ground,
where it will lay, useless,
until it's gone away.
What words do I write?

I'm feeling used, not sure why.
Useless is the word.
I cannot help my wife.
A powerless feeling of sadness,
overcome by anguish.

Please, no, "Trust in God"
comments. I am slowly losing
my belief in this approach.
Becoming embittered is like
dragging your blanket, for
something uncontrollable.

I still have positive thoughts,
loving life, talking with people.
The missing element, of course,
being unable to have a discussion
with my wife. I miss her.

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