Treasure Island

Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

Mourn


My wife she cheated so we divorced
Sadly infidelity she had endorsed
Her leaving our house I highly enforced
My pain and suffering was the final course

I had tried my best to turn the other cheek
But when I did, I became one of the meek
I was used and hurt while peace I did seek
In the end I became cold, bitter and bleak

A woman will screams that she is in pain
And no man like me can accept it or even explain
As I am a man and I should never complain
So the sympathy and care I need, it is all in vain

I have my misfortunes and also my grief
Suffering is so very long and life is so brief
Comfort and happiness for others have been my belief
I welcome all as a friend, but they leave as a thief

I had worked and worked my fingers to the bone
So I could take care of my family and give them a home
Now I feel so neglected and I feel so alone
GOD knows of my sadness and only he hears my moan

In my heart now there lies only a poison thorn
From that pain alone I have felt the sorrow and the scorn
I then wondered to myself why I was ever born
Unfortunately man, he indeed was made to suffer and mourn

Submitted: Friday, August 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
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Randy L. McClave

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  • Joshua Fegley (8/3/2013 6:17:00 AM)

    We all suffer in silence as the world and universe truly does not care. Humans are a cancer on this planet, we're takers. (Report) Reply

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