What Good?

Being a husband, father, and caretaker. I find that I am lacking. I am week. I am lost. So what good is it? What good is it to try.

What good is it

To be a loving husband?

When your words only break her heart?

What good is it

To be a lover?

When she fears breaking you?

What good is it

To be a father?

When your words are forgotten And your intent lost?

What good is it

to be so much?

When you're good at so little?

When you try to spread love

But it's a twisted knife.

What good am I,

When everything I say is misinterpreted?

What good am I,

to my wife And children?

When my funds are never more than 0.

And never less than debt.

What's the f*****g point?

I feel useless,

And broken.

Unable to do more than stand and watch.

Unable to compose words out of silence.

Unable to love my wife as she needs.

Unable to pay a simple bill.

Unable to speak kind words.

Unable to do anything.

A broken hand on a clock might be right twice a day,

but when it is time for anything else,

you will curse it.

Useless.

Author's Note

edited and recomposed.