Where I am now... my divorce

I feel like a split pillow after the fight
Limp, empty of stuffing, alone and cold when its night
Not physically battered just mentally drained
Hope smashed by reality my energy waned
I was always the clown the one they came to for a laughs
Now left barefoot on the gravel of un-signposted paths
Asthmatic emotion strangles my thought
Tears well, and are held back by jaw always taught
What to do, what do I say, I would if I could
I feel I am sinking while trying to do good
They say the lights in the tunnel and I hope it to find
But in darkness I am fumbling with no light I am blind
I've forgotten what I am and what makes me, me!
I need some direction and a reason to be
So here is to the next step for one I must take
And try and leave sadness and tears in my wake
I may in the future find I trust once again
Then I can lay down my paper and pen.

Craig Morris August 2006