This poem is dedicated to my wife I hope to make amends her and one day be with her again. I have hurt her very much and am truly sorry for it. I want everybody to know that I still love her and am truly sorry for everything I did. When I recover, I hope to be with her again someday.
Oh so precious and so rare my wife
Sometimes I take it for granted
Sometimes I do despair
Some days I say I love you
Some days I treat you bad
I say things I don't mean
But I never meant to make you mad
Everyday is a struggle for me
My mind is an angry storm
Suffering from illness
That makes me feel forlorn
They say I will get better
All I need is time
Meanwhile I am losing love
Which is not a very good sign
Once rejected by my mum
Now one can only see
A walking skeleton pale and weak
A mental patient that is me
Sickness consumes my life
Getting worse year by year,
My wife despite what you hear
I live in fear of a particular treatment
The chance of being placed in a hospital
Surrounded by doctors and ones like me
I fear it may be possible
Oh I wish I could get better
And stop the voices in my head
That make me angry and fearful
Causing me to say things I should have never said
Your love for me was wonderful
So precious and so rare
You loved me no matter what
And made me feel good everywhere
You left me for a noble reason
To protect our country over sea
And all you wanted to do
Was to be happy and free.
I promised I would be your love
All the way to the bitter end
But instead I squandered your freedom
Along with a nasty message did I send
It tore you up and hurt you beyond repair
You ceased all contact with me because you got so mad
Now I regret writing it and cry all day
It was not worth it making you so sad.
Nothing good comes out of conflict
Nothing positive is near
I pray that you can someday forgive me
And speak those words that I want to hear
My fault is being sick
My mistakes are everywhere
Please let me not lose the gift
That is so precious and so rare my wife.
