PLEASE FORGIVE ME

How can I tell you what I feel
when we fight each time we speak?
I know you are tired of my mood swings,
tired of my sleepless nights,
tired of my illness... just so tired of me.

I wish to give you the life you want,
the life you have earned,
but I am not able.

Forgive me please for what I have done.
There is no cure for what I have.
This burden I must shoulder on my own.

The time will come I know when what we had will not be,
It's being slowly eaten by the cancerous life that has gone before.

Please forgive me...

©Copyright December 2001 by Paul Anforth

(This poem was written just before my wife left me)