One Fine Day
Today is my wifes birthday,
I should feel joy for her, but I feel betrayed.
Cause I cannot celebrate another year of life for her that has come and gone,
instead I will be by myself, more reason for suffering to spawn.
I cannot hold her and tell her that I love her,
I cannot give her gifts to make her feel important.
Instead I wait for phone calls dealing with bills and raves and rants.
It's supposed to be a joyous occasion,
but I feel like I'm mourning the dead, my mind and heart feeling under invasion.
Wondering if I will be a tribute to such events,
this is one fine day indeed, but for me is torment.
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