Lord, How Do I Soothe This Dreadful Pain Away? Poem by Mark Heathcote

At night I close my eyes, but sleep never came.
Lord, how do I soothe this dreadful pain away?
My heart every joint feels feverish inflame.
I can't rest when he's not in communiqué?

Why he leaves me, doesn't he once think of me?
Why doesn't he phone me, I-guess I'm not loved?
Aren't we together, dear am I nobody?
Like house dust - doesn't see me, my beloved.

I search my heart looking for a stowaway.
At night I close my eyes, but sleep never came.
Lord, how do I soothe this dreadful pain away?
It's the second-night I am-somehow to blame?

Why he leaves me, doesn't he once think of me?
Why doesn't he phone me, I-guess I'm not loved?
Aren't we together, dear am I nobody?
Like house dust - doesn't see me, my beloved.

Why doesn't he phone me, I-guess I'm not loved?
I've placed my wedding ring in the side cupboard.
Why am I left like that old Mother Hubbard?
Dear, I'm not, house dust anymore, my beloved.