Lost Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Im isolated
The angel of Death has burnt my bridges.
Through the flames a'flickering.
My family and friends all bickering.
Just like the UN, impotent.
Noone knows the sentence I am serving.
So undeserving as I am an innocent man.
Im lost and the only way home is my wife.
True direction she always shows.
All imposters their covers blown.
Tonight by myself whilt my wife works for pennies.
I am thankful for wehat Ive got.
Which isn't alot but my wife makes up for my lot.
Worth beopund compare.
Whose untouched makes neanderthals stand and stare.
My boss chewed my ear off today.
Sorry was all I could say.
Ivebeen under alot of stress and my health suffered.
So I sat there while she went red and huffed.
If i could tell the truth about myself.
I would be here with perfect health.
I dread the morn.
For what the newspapers will say.
Some other country, some other disaster.
Not my fault.
I would rather die for mankind and return the world to it forme self.
But the way I am treated, I'll never give a damn.
Im lost and isolated.
But the thing that keeps good not evil.
Lies next to me, my precious wife.
For whom I stay alive.