After Twelve Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

I am here, just sitting here.
Alone by myself, I type with a tear.
My thoughts are so empty.
My heart is so cold.
Looking at a blank space with no one to hold.

I wish I could write with love to someone.
Having a love would be so much fun.
But time has left me old and alone.
Even my children don't call my phone.

Time in this world with many years left.
Time for the lonely to think, of regrets.
I've done all my duties and never complained.
My wife; She still left me, and I took all the blame.

Gave it my all.
Did everything right.
I'll think of her beauty as I stare at the night.
Although these old eyes still see very well.
My memories of family are like living in Hell.

Knowing they're safe and loving from far.
I stare into space at one single star.
You would think when you sleep, peace would come in a dream.
There I have found that God can't hear you scream.

(02/07/10)