Confusion fills a joyful life,
With things I can’t control;
Assistance from my loving wife,
Guides me from that hole.
I’m a mess, I must confess,
I try to make it right;
But demons hidden deep within,
Control my simple life.
I do not have the problems now,
That many people do;
I’m speaking of real drama,
That somehow they get through.
It’s little things that clean my clock and kill a perfect day;
It’s things that any normal guy would simply swat away.
It comes without a moment’s note,
It hits me like a flash;
A hard left hook that hits the mark and leaves an open gash.
Then I react, without the tact,
I’m shooting from the hip;
Automatic defense skills that lash out from my lips.
I carve with tongue, at lightening speed,
It comes from deep within;
If she’s not there to help me then,
My head just starts to spin.
Somehow she finds a way each time to soothe my aching soul,
It must be such a burden to assist my self control.
At times it drives her crazy,
At times it flat out burns;
Not that I can blame her but each time it helps me learn.
I’ve learned that it is selfish to impart this on my wife,
I’ve learned that she was brought to me to help me in my life.
But what of her, I must infer that she has demons too,
Am I there enough for her? Enough to guide her through?
As a man, I hope I am, I hope that she can see,
The love I have for who she is,
Helps both her and me.
I hope that she can understand that she’s my simple life,
My world would simply self destruct if she were not my wife.
#Poetry
Things Inside My Head 