SOME PLACE AND TIME
He and She,
Whose house I use today,
May everything good and
Blessed come your way.
Here I find peace and
Solitude,
A place where I can be
Alone and brood.
Away from my home of
Hell,
To a place where I can
Get well.
Soon you will be home
And find me here,
For this I am glad
for I love you both
Most dear.
All these poems do
Seem to rhyme,
I guess this must be
The place and time.
Pages and pages I have
Written,
But with the pain,
I am still smitten.
What must I do to end
This grief?
Is there nothing that
Can give relief?
I know that death is
No way out,
And Deborah will not
Turn about.
In some place and time,
There will be something
I can find,
And I hope it is kind.
C.D.RANSOM