My Soul Is Bleeding
-this poem looks like it's mine, but apparently it's not.
My soul is bleeding,
I'm filled with strife
I don't know what will happen
what will happen to my wife
I hope she will be happy
that is my only hope
it's all that's left to strive for
all else is up in smoke
I love her,
though she may not love me
It doesn't matter
as long as she's happy
she's all that matters
in this world
for me it is stormy
for her it is pearled
but I don't matter
not one bit.
look in her window,
a candle is lit
I peer through the darkness
that makes up my life
I'm glad she's happy
I'm glad she's my wife.