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Muted shades of colors exist
when walking through the garden.
Daffodils, abloom,
Hyacinths, too.
Tulips are budding,
soon to be in view
with colorful flowers.
It is the new thing,
as the season's unfold,
into a new Spring.

An evil thought,
goes through my mind,
questioning how I live,
during this emotional time.

My body is aching,
my spirit is broke,
when I think it over,
emotions, without hope.

Running on empty,
no relief in sight.
No inspiration,
nothing, left or right.

Frustrations are many,
emotions being pulled,
not being tugged,
mind confused, mulled.

In the land of the wicked,
can the saintly survive?
Pay close attention to detail,
your life, will be alive.

With opportunities, many,
of the Godless, we see,
will not understand,
how good life could be.

This lost soul,
didn't mean to pry,
or ask questions,
beginning with why.

Sorry for my question,
I am curious, too,
because I enjoy
talking to you.

Why do I worry,
for others, like you,
when I see verbal abuse,
of you and the work you do?

There are some people,
I shan't name any too,
who are rude, inconsiderate,
often yelling at you.

You don't get paid enough,
to take any abuse.
Management, should step in.
There should not be any excuse.

As residents, you pay money,
to be cared for, too,
this doesn't excuse rudeness,
to those waiting on you.

It's suggested you grow up,
change your ways or move.
Those working here do it
for money but also love.

I await you, dear one,
nothing more to say,
except I love you.
Have a good day.

If I write
from my heart,
the words
in my head,
will I
be honest,
and say,
this instead?
Writing
the truth,
is difficult,
to do,
when I've
lost you.
You are,
no longer
the person
I married.
An image,
a empty shell.
My soul
is afire,
in this
living hell.

Lost and alone,
in life's wilderness.
Searching for you.
Where, I must guess,

Looking in every cranny,
even your hiding place.
My search continues looking
for your smiling face.

Look in the places,
above and beyond.
It is where,
she will be found.

The hours are early,
you lay next to me.
I feel you breathing,
it's where I want to be.

My brain, all muddled.
Emotions, running wild,
with trash in my mind,
like a young, spoiled child.

It was a time of sadness,
for he.
It was a time of madness,
for she.
It was a time for anger,
for she.
It was a time for staying,
for he.
It was a time of ending,
for we.