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The words "I love you"
slips from lips, pale,
as she sits all alone
in a mental jail.

As a writer of words,
a singular dread
is having song lyrics
stuck in my head.

I realize all the words
aren't correct or right,
but in my head, they
continue all night.

"Tell me something good
in this cold, cruel World.
Help me to understand,
love of a boy and girl.

Don't run away from me,
my love is here to stay.
Keep me close to you,
please don't push me away."

I know you are afraid
of losing our love
and I will pray, as I
ask for help from above.

I am up against
the wall of life,
as I worry now,
about my wife.
My loved one
asks me to stay
with her at night
and not go away.
Words rip my Soul
tear my chest,
my heart aches,
and is not at rest.

So, this is the new cycle,
of snow on the ground.
A white assassin,
is what has been found.

The new growth
of yellow Daffodils,
covered with snow,
as they try to bloom.

Cold conditions, with ice,
may kill off the blooms,
while new tulips appear,
retarded by the gloom,
of non-sunny days,
bringing heat to warm,
does little to bring the
climate back to norm.

Bright was the light,
dim was the scene,
when the end of sanity,
overtook the grand dream.

Long will I wander,
alone in the World,
as I search for my love,
amongst a heartache of swirl.

It was a great life,
now over in a flash,
as my mental partner's
memory turned to ash.

He was a man
of his own design,
gruff on the outside,
inside he was kind.

Do you love me,
as you said you did?
Is this a joke
used to rid
me of hope from you
of love in
a life askew?

Where is the love,
where is the joy,
of a relationship
between a girl and boy?

A swift coat
of fallen snow.
Nature's brush strokes
are the show.

My garden spade.
A work of art,
broke when I
tried to lift a rock.
The tool was strong,
until it busted,
for the handle
had simply, rusted.

Depression, my old friend.
I can see,
you have come back,
just for me.

Leave me be,
I cannot see,
My love's smiling
At myself, me.