Just Got Home

Just got home
to find that I am
still alone but at
least I got the breath
still in me.

I need some
time to sort
this how did
I end up so
unhappy.
In silent misery
I abide searching
fro something.
maybe a English
muffin with butter
on top .

Perhaps I should
stop all this moping
and do something
to make life happen.

I once tried
love it seemed
to be sent from
above but like a
dove it flew free .

Can anybody hear
me as I call out in
the dark when will
this end I ask when
did it start?

No I am a
man with a
broken heart
I see around
me people that
should be Happy
with what they got
but they are not.

I have learned
to be content with
what happens to
come my way like
a child with a long
sought piece of candy
will be me on the day
when I am no longer
lonely.

Come take my
hand and we can
run off tighter to
a happy place in
make believe land.

Where the sun shines
bright even at night and hurts
fade away like
the miring mist.
chances are we will never
get to do this