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Hi, this is a poem I wrote about my personal experiences over the last 16 months after I was falsely accused by my ex wife to deny my access to my two children. This is the 1st time I have ever done this.
FAILURE
What do you see as a failure, is it someone how’s feeling blue?
The person doesn’t talk any more, especially not to you,
Because this person knows that what you see is true,
This is a person who feels they have let everyone down, this includes you,
And all of this was caused by something outwith his control,
He now feels dead inside, no feeling now in his soul,
The two things most important in his life,
Cruelly taken away by his gigantic evil ex wife,
Everyone rally’s around him yet he still feels alone,
So many people are now suffering so he knows not to moan,
All his emotions are now bottled up,
There is no glass half empty just an empty cup,
He tells no one his secret that he will not talk,
Any of his feelings, these are his fears that others will mock,
He would feel so embarrassed that his family knew,
That he’s not been as strong as he bites his tongue and has a chew,
Again he does not tell his secret that is never to be told,
That he would to the devil his soul was to be sold,
For just one more minute to cuddled by his boys,
To hold them and give them their Christmas toys,
For this he would do anything to have that time again,
But yet that time has not come and he asks himself when,
When can I hold my boys close to me,
And when I wake up the next day I can see,
That this was not a dream, I have them back I cant believe it,
Then I suddenly realise that there is no more bull****,
My life could be back on track and things are looking good,
Then I realise this isn’t real, now I’m in a foul mood,
I stand in front of the mirror and ask, what a failure is,
Is it when he goes to court his head will surely fizz,
But no it’s not he says, it’s letting my loved ones down,
Everyone close to me permanently wears a frown,
I know I’m the cause of this and want to say sorry,
But after November there will be no more worry,
So I ask again this question and he says when he’s on heavens eleven,
His mind is clear, he has an answer, is that it’s me aged twenty seven.
FAILURE
What do you see as a failure, is it someone how’s feeling blue?
The person doesn’t talk any more, especially not to you,
Because this person knows that what you see is true,
This is a person who feels they have let everyone down, this includes you,
And all of this was caused by something outwith his control,
He now feels dead inside, no feeling now in his soul,
The two things most important in his life,
Cruelly taken away by his gigantic evil ex wife,
Everyone rally’s around him yet he still feels alone,
So many people are now suffering so he knows not to moan,
All his emotions are now bottled up,
There is no glass half empty just an empty cup,
He tells no one his secret that he will not talk,
Any of his feelings, these are his fears that others will mock,
He would feel so embarrassed that his family knew,
That he’s not been as strong as he bites his tongue and has a chew,
Again he does not tell his secret that is never to be told,
That he would to the devil his soul was to be sold,
For just one more minute to cuddled by his boys,
To hold them and give them their Christmas toys,
For this he would do anything to have that time again,
But yet that time has not come and he asks himself when,
When can I hold my boys close to me,
And when I wake up the next day I can see,
That this was not a dream, I have them back I cant believe it,
Then I suddenly realise that there is no more bull****,
My life could be back on track and things are looking good,
Then I realise this isn’t real, now I’m in a foul mood,
I stand in front of the mirror and ask, what a failure is,
Is it when he goes to court his head will surely fizz,
But no it’s not he says, it’s letting my loved ones down,
Everyone close to me permanently wears a frown,
I know I’m the cause of this and want to say sorry,
But after November there will be no more worry,
So I ask again this question and he says when he’s on heavens eleven,
His mind is clear, he has an answer, is that it’s me aged twenty seven.
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