asianhut's Journal

Four And 20 years ago, I came into this life,

the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so,

night after a sleepless night I walk the floor, and I want to know.

Why am I so alone, where is my woman can and I bring her home,

have I driven her away. is she gone.

Morning comes the sun rise, and I am driven to my bed,

I see that it is empty, and there's devils in my head.

I embrace the multicolored beast,

I grew weary of the torment.  Can there be no peace?

I find myself wishing that my life would simply cease.