The World's Most Miserable Wife Poem by Brett White

The melancholy it never leaves me,
Since my childhood nothing has relieved me.
The rain falls on a grey Sunday afternoon,
I feel nature's harmony laced with doom.
My best friend, a doberman, lays at my feet,
For years she was neglected in defeat,
So I took her into my arms with hope,
And together in love with love we'll cope.
We've both been alone and lost for so long,
That it seems like God Almighty righted this wrong.
So many glimpses of happiness slipped away,
I've wallowed in darkness day after day.
I've turned my heart upwards with solemn tears,
For so long in pain that it seems like years.
It's been a thousand days since she left my life,
To become the world's most miserable wife.