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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

Only my dream
I have now lost everything that I held most dear
I feel like I’m drowning, cannot breathe through my tears
My churning gut aches my muscles so tight
Nightmares in between my sleepless nights
All I had built with the seeds that i'd sewn
Not even their love was mine to own
I had been left cold,naked, shaking with grief
Confusion was everywhere, how could this be?
I had spent every waking moment trying to build
A life that was livable with nothing concealed
I had given my all in every way that I could
Tried so very hard to be that man who is good
Where children are proud to call you their dad
To know that your badness is bettered by good
But to be left in the cold with nothing but shame
To wonder why life even gave you a name?
With no one to hold you and tell you it’s fine
Not even my children,there was no love to find
Only condemnation for the way that I’d been
It is only my fault, as it was only my dream!?

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