Tumbled

I consumed myself, day and night In the reconstruction of her being, ‘Cos her beauty left out in the sun And withers like flower; I thought I could help by doing so; Imagine how hard to swallow Ones pride, Just to provide her something, Self-contentment, perhaps; Alone, I stretched the day over The inconvenience of fleeting time; Cheerfully, I made impossible possible Yet in return, I ended up Wondering, Why I slaved my body giving Her, the niceties she don’t deserve? Now she sings with the angels, whilst I bleed in loneliness; Oh Father, forgive me, if I’ve fallen short......to thy expectation.