Thought She Should Know

When my wife left, I mourned for her. We are no longer, The way we were. The loss changed every Single thing I know. I linger in eternity, In touch and go. The way I spoke, What I ate, it all changed. My mental state, Is crazy and deranged. How I listen, what I watch On TV, it is all different. I'm depressed, I mumble, I'm incoherent. My circle of friends It is not the same. Nothing familiar And warm remain. My people skills, Altered by the loss. It has all come down, To a coin toss. My finances, my reputation, My status. My heart is black And calloused. My self-worth, self-esteem, Even my rhythm. I don't know how I ended up the victim. The way I breathe, I think, My functions. Wave after wave Of repercussions. My hobbies, my interests, My sense of security. My attitude, my beliefs, My maturity. My sense of humor, the essence Of my womanhood. Wrecked my emotions, And all that was good. I'm expected too just Get on with my life. My entire existence in The hands of my wife. It is horrific, life-altering Experience to digest. The air leaves you, a weight Upon my chest. How I speak, what I say, My vision. Every single thing in my life Affected by her decision. She devoured a Human soul. Just, thought she Should know. Turbo1904 ?