Six Years In Hell

A poem

She is like the morning Fresh and full of hope She walks, Heads turn again, again She talks, Of love, life, and being a friend And when I look at her, I realize I’ve got a story to tell Those past six years, Have just been six years in hell.

She’s like the river, Deep and full of mystery She wraps me in her arms, And it feels like home, and I watch her as she sleeps No more will I need to run, When I look at her, I think of all the gaps she filled Those last six years, Have just been six years in hell.

I struggle with my emotions, But her confusion doesn’t bother me She could see right through the wall, She’s as wise as a tree

She’s like the night She’s as cool as a breeze

She argues She always proves me wrong I sing, And she sings along When I look at her, I realize I’ve got a story to tell Those last six years, Have just been six years in hell.