Prisoner of emotions



As I sit down and think about,
the day that has just gone past,
I can not help but realize,
that a prisoner I am, of the past.

I can not stop fromt thinking
about everything come and gone.
Everything is in shadow for me,
the shadow of years gone by.

As a child I knew right and wrong,
I could tell you day from night,
Now everything is foreshadowed,
by politics and deceit.

at age 25 I married the prettiest lady,
she was everything I asked for.
Two sons she has given me,
and more heartache and loss to know.

The divorce was final in february 2006,
three months 'fore we could say happy sixth.
I got the house,and goods along with our kids,
She got nothing except supervised visits.

I have bearely been able to hold a job,
since the first day she ran away,
I have no means of assistance for,
me to do anything but sit and stay.

I finally found a job I love,
I enjoy it day in and out.
But soon as I get home again,
A prisoner of feelings I become.

25 yrs with one and i've learnd its not love its sex and kids not much
else only when you find it it will run out i've learnd to exsept when
one needs to move on its time but can be flexible