The taking away of a loved one by law officials and locking them up causes so much pain for not only the defendant, but those in their lives. This is my first attempt since she was locked up to express just a part of the pain of her absence.


Just How She Left Them

Alone I sit, alone I sleep, that is if I sleep at all.
Why I sleep, if at all, is the reason I'm alone.
I feel the loss, I feel so lost, so why do I feel at all?
Feeling alone, I've lost my feelings, feeling so f****** lost.

The room is the same, the same way it was, it was on the day she was taken.
They took her away, took her to pay, and to pay for it she will.
Her things are how, how she left them, she left me how she did.
She did this she says, she says she is sorry, she says she never will.

Now I sit, alone in my room, her things just how she left them.
I move around them, not move them around, they'll be just how she left them.
This part of me is the part of my anger, angry because she wasted,
Wasted the time she could've had with me with fools she won't remember.

I hope she knows; she knows I hope, that when she comes back to me,
Her home is right here, wherever here will be, wherever I am is home.
I will be where it is that she, must comply and lay her head,
Fulfill the debt, alone inept, Baby, come back home.



Poetry by Bonehead83
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Written on 2021-02-19 at 11:46

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Your loss is palpable in these lines and forces me to feel and participate in them. You write from a perspective I’ve never considered before but will from now on. You’re both in my prayers.
2021-02-19