My Pillow Is Wet

Once again I cannot sleep, Tears roll down my cheeks, Running down—they will not stop. Sliding down my neck & forming a puddle, My pillow is wet & my ear full of water. I start to wonder--if it will ever stop. I need more Kleenex…I am out. The tears roll- I weep in pain. I am loosing another one to that thing. She is a whore, lusting after my boys. I would if I could--inject her with my pain. But I cannot--so I grieve instead. She has taken my soul and ripped it apart. All because I love someone doing drugs. Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao