In thy blood!

Written By: Everett D. Wair Jr.

As I lay here in this bed with a broken heart and also with a lot of those broken dreams!

Needles being put in my skin by the nurse like gunshots to hollow points of fire going deeply throughout my skin and soul but is it there that I still lay in this hospital bed as I still do not bleed?

The nurses are trying to get blood from the bloodless as I remember that I saw the death angel laughing at me!

Guess she wants my soul again but I wont let it be, a freaking soul snatcher is what she wants to be?

A brief tear reaches my eyelid because I have came to realize that no woman ever wants to love me as it only hurts knowing that my wife was there without me as she could not understand the love that I was capable of.

All I ever wanted was to be touched like a man was supposed to be touched by his enchanting wife’s love!

To feel the love of a woman I guess whom would be so sincere, but when you are a monster with a heart made of stone nobody wants anything else to do with you, so you tend to search for anything close or remotely like a kiss!

I’m so sad but the only thing I thought I had toe get me through this brief misery was the love of my son, only searching for someone to have mercy on me a present me with heaven’s bliss.

It hurts so much and the only thing that can ever make it better would be Sherri’s love, my daughter’s love and the endless love of my only son, yes this is the only thing that could lift this heavy burden of pain off of my heart for I am weary, of my cold and lonely heart.

How could this be, I always thought that I was the most loyal and honest man that any woman could find or could ever meet, but yet I’m still alone as it still hurts to even call another woman home, this is my soul I guess because I will always be left in the horrible of darkness, the uncanny pitch darkness of the dark?

All I ever wanted to do was show my wife that I can continue to show her the love that she deserved, like to bring her the bliss from two loving doves?

Only as they still drift in those waters to love each other in a fantasy I still love my wife and kids forever let it be, so the only ink that runs from this ball point pen to write on this paper with a fury is from the sacred love that I will always have for loving Sherri L. Wair, so please love kiss and hug my kid’s for me as I would write them but that would be the dagger that kills me because I cannot say it in person because sometimes my pen can be my on destruction and when I write at that time the ink that flows through its chamber would only be more poison…

In thy blood!