THE DAY OF RELEASE
What a bore this life has become.
I should let it come all undone.
Run and hide,
Stay away from it some,
For I cannot find
Anywhere in it fun.
To my doctor I will run
For the help and peace,
For with his help I
Hope for the pain to cease.
To lose my wife,
My job,
And my Home,
I have nothing left but
My phone.
Oh how I long for the
Day of release.
C.D.RANSOM