Poem of a Crippled Joy
There lived a wife so cold
And a wealthy wife was she
In the house I gave to thee.
She barred my last name Joy
Once a woman of powerful prowess;
Now a woman of gentle cowardice.
We once had a love that rivaled all
We now struggle to talk at all
We used to hug and kiss
We currently frown and hiss
What ever happened to my Joy
I wish when I proposed;
You had disposed my love
That you’ve built, destroyed, forgotten
Our once impenetrable intimacy
All that’s left is fading Joy
Once the gunfire started
Our hearts became parted
I for a road I thought meant love
Your’s a road of the forgotten
How does it feel,
Rotting and helping decay our Joy
There lived a wife so cold
And she left her man to die
In the house, I gave myself to another
She didn’t bare my last name Joy.
Once I cared for my dear
Now I don’t care for my Serena
Now a woman who left our Joy to die.