A STRANGER IN MY BED

It's not the kind of conversation 
You want the world to know 
But how can one hide its heart overflow 

It spills out uncontrollably
Leaving tracks of sadness in your smile 
Weakness in your walk
And hiccups your talk

Even though you try to pretend 
That everything is heaven sent 
In your heart of hearts, you are convinced 
That your world is crumbling 
And everything is rapidly falling apart 

Your hopes, dreams, and aspersions 
Disappears into thin air 
Seems like overnight, they all took flight 
Beyond your grasp, out of sight, beyond repair 

The day it becomes crystal clear 
That the love you once knew
Has been mingled with tears
And shrouded with fears 

And you find yourself staring at the dread
Of that witch was called, the love of your life 
Now nothing less,
Than a stranger in your bed.

Wilford Barker.