by Barbara Writes

Created on: October 04, 2009

When Love is Dead

I live in a world where love is dead
People shopping at the local Wal-Mart
They got money from somewhere to purchase their items
They got money from somewhere to pay their bills
As for me I sit here in this parking lot writing my school report
Wondering what to do with my life living in this empty hull

I can't find a job to support myself
Nobody to help me or take me in

Many see the recession as the culprit of hard times
It's been the way for me for so long I can't see the difference other see
To fall off the face of the earth is my only recourse
Lost in a world where love is dead trying to make a fresh start

Becoming a stay at home mom was the biggest mistake I ever made
I thought my other half could be trusted to take care of me
I wanted to be there for the kids growing and developing years
However, in the end I'm here all alone knowing not what to do with my life
Living in a world with no experience or skills to offer the ever-changing workforce
Lost in a world where love is dead and the emptiness in my heart gets bigger

I'm without income living on food stamps and the graciousness of others who find me a burden
While the other half pays the mortgage and the lights, my phone is turned off
The four kids are all grown up. The last one a senior, already living away, is on his way out
However, I'm trying to hold on to my girl until I can find away to care for myself
The other half no longer care for me, gone away wanting to be free of his responsibility, especially me
I exist, Lost and alone in a world where love is dead living in the big empty

It is a surety; he will stop paying for my necessities one day since he no longer lives here with me
A manipulator, a liar, a deceitful human being, I thought I could trust
That was my second biggest mistake taking for granted people would do the right thing
Doing your best, being honest, and loyal never paid off I ended up toss out after eighteen years
No friends to hang out with, no transportation to get around, worse of all no one to love me
In a world all, alone where love is dead leaving me puzzled and confused

Standing at the crossroads of dependence and independence is a scary thought
Dependent for so long I can't figure out whom I am after forty almost fifty years
Independence is what I seek but I can't figure out where to start
Stuck at the fork in the road not knowing what direction to take
The road to dependence with the other half no longer exist
In a world all, alone where love is dead and walking the road to independence is not clear

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