Prison Poem

This is a poem about how my husband chose drugs over his family and went away to prison and got out 3 months ago and he is now back to his old ways and sure to go to prison again anytime soon. Please people DONT DO DRUGS its not worth it

Tearing Down The Walls

© Mrs Shamley
When I met you, it was like I had known you for years.
After I married you life was day's full of never ending tears.
The first time you went away I stood strong by your side.
The second time you left me I just wanted to curl up and die.
We shared so much in such a little time.
You were my best friend, lover and you would do anything for me at the drop of a dime.
Then you changed and hurt me real bad.
After you promised to be my daughter's new dad.
I don't know what we did so wrong to deserve this pain.
I didn't want our marriage to end in such vain.
Visiting you in prison, used to make me sick inside.
You weren't there when I needed you and I felt like I wanted to die.
You weren't there to hold me like you used to when I fell asleep at night.
As much as I hated to I even missed when we had a fight.
The last time you went to prison it was for three years.
You got out 3 months ago, and all you have brought me was tears.
You have went back to your same old ways.
You just don't know how much I miss the old day's.
When we used to laugh and lay in bed and talk to the early morn.
Now sometimes I wish you were never born.
I loved you so much, so much I ruined my life for you.
And this is how you repay me, it's ok because you will get what's coming to you when the time is due.

But as much as you hurt me, I still have love in my heart.
Just never understood why you let drugs tear our family apart.

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Published: Sep 2008

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