'' Im Dying '' Poem by Bri Mar

I took a wife,
She ruined my life,
Cut's like a knife,
Still crying.

She the cheat,
Doesn't feel the heat,
Filled with conceit,
Without trying.

The kids have gone,
They've moved on,
I'm overdrawn,
No lying.

I've lost my home,
Toothbrush and comb,
The streets I roam,
Terrifying.

Though she did betray,
I still have to pay,
I have no say,
No denying.

He must be mad,
They all say sad,
A deadbeat Dad,
Mystifying?

Life's a chore,
The law I deplore,
Can't take much more,
Brain's frying.

I just can't win,
I've given in,
Such pain within,

‘' I'm Dying ‘'