I was born in my 28th year
Thought I found a life
But lost myself in the living
Found a friend but got caught up
Caught up in who I thought I was
But it wasn’t really me
A husband
A lover
A dad
A man without a thought
A man with a dream
Caught up in a hope
For a home that would never really be
I paid for the illusion
Illusion of family
I bought into the hype
Became who I was expected to be
Worked and gave
Cared and saved
Never really got the reward
Just paid some more
Until I couldn’t pay anymore
The dream broken
My body broken
I lost that future
I lost my myself in the past, I believed
I lost my daughter
In an instant, it seemed
I had come so far
For it to all be gone
I stood alone
Wondering where I went wrong
How I went wrong
Sitting in a car in the rain
No life
No family
No home
Just listening to rain
Alone

An Original Poem by H.R Beebe