That Once Bright Lamp

Divorce changes everything!
Time changes nothing...
As the memories flood into my mind
I miss the sound of your voice,
the passion in your eyes, the stories of our life
and just being in your presence.
So no, time changes nothing,
but the hurt still resides deep inside me,
though it seems to fade minutely with each passing day
and the tears flow a little less frequently.
I miss you as much today
as I did the day we parted
in that stark and lifeless courtroom.
Can you still hear me somewhere out there
In the recesses of your broken heart?
Can you see my face grown long and dim with despair?
Please know that I am still here amongst the living,
for God knows I have longed for death to take me.
But I know that there are greater causes for living
and my spirit reaches out for meaning
amidst the ashes and ruin of a former life.
Where has that once bright lamp gone?
And so like the phoenix rising,
I will reappear in some distant place
in brighter days and happier space
alongside the love of my life!
I miss you!

- D.A. Wittler 2014

Paying My Way To Heaven

Putting my list together
Christmas time again
And baby you're at the bottom
Cause hurting has a way of calling
When the dust of back stabbing settles
And I would wrap my presents in pay stubs
If it would bring you back to me.

Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm Living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.

Baby it's about feelings
And I got a few
So you know what you can do
With all that lawyer nonsense
Giving you the blues.

Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.

Worked my last day
for the YMCA
It got me through
Two years of dealing
So what can I say
I'm still here
Kicking and screaming
Like the day I was born.

Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.

A little snow on the roof
It's more than proof
I can still out do
Any punk off the street like you.


Paying my way to heaven
To keep my boys in shoes
It's all I'm living for
And baby it only gets worse
As long as you're pointing towards the door.

From the Bottom Up

To the bottom they say a drunk must fall
or an addict at the end of his rope
to realize the damage caused by too much self indulgence;
Too many nights and too many days
caught up in killing the pain
of living every day with issues
heart ache and trying to stay sane
In a world gone mad.

Bouncing back from the bottom
is where I see things
I'm stuck in a battle
But not sticking needles in my veins
or stuck in a bottle;
I'm just a man whom someone lost their faith in
and I'm trying so hard to regain some sense of self respect.

But it seems I'm all out of second chances
and it has started to rain again
In spite of all the midnight cries for help
the prayers and chains of guilt like Marley's ghost
Condemned to roam the earth warning the living
not to complain of every penny spent on good deeds
or every dollar given in vain
To bring about a little happiness
Instead of profit and gain
for the good for goodness sake
and only heaven can count the cost
above any man's balance sheet of sin.

God knows today
I'm working from the bottom up
because their is no lower I can go
where light above will show. Amen

Slow Trains and Detours

Slow Trains and Detours The story of my life Trying to make ends meet Two kids and a wife... It all ended months ago She took the house The kids Most everything else But I'm still hanging on. And where is hope When hope is lost What remains Corn fields and cross roads Long walks in the rain Dealing with the pain Broken dreams Promises I could not keep And nights I could not sleep. Which way to faith When faith in question Takes an unexpected turn So profane To believe in human love Nothing to gain When all is lost And God remains. And where is hope When hope is lost What remains Corn fields and cross roads Long walks in the rain Dealing with the pain Broken dreams Promises I could not keep And nights I could not sleep. And where is the sunset When the dawn carries on Working all day long Just to hand it away A fool and hard earned pay Living for today Because there are no tomorrows. And where is hope When hope is lost What remains Corn fields and cross roads Long walks in the rain Dealing with the pain Broken dreams Promises I could not keep And nights I could not sleep. Good night my darling Darkness finally falls Sleep at long last calls And I will dream of days gone by When there were no trains or detours Just us and time alone To build a family and a home. - D. Wittler 10/13

Head Strong, Heart Weary

I don't care that it's' midnight
 And I got to be up at 6am
To do it all over again
 Driving in circles all day long
 No destination in sight
 Head strong
 Heart weary
 And with a little luck
I'll be longing less come morning.
Moonlight
 Stars shine in heaven
 Thinking about my favorite place
 Missing every moment I am away
 But I don't care that it's midnight
And I got to be up at 6am
To do it all over again
 Driving in circles all day long
 No destination in sight
 Head strong
 Heart weary
And with a little luck
I'll be longing less come morning.
Day break
 Sun on the horizon
 Heading out to god knows where
 No future in sight
But the clouds tell me it might just rain
And I won't have to shed one more tear
For the love I lost
But I don't care if its midnight
 And I got to be up at 6am
To do it all over again
Driving in circles all day long
No destination in sight
Head strong
Heart weary
 And with a little luck
 I'll be longing less come morning.

Witt's Den: In the Aftermath of Love

Witt's Den: In the Aftermath of Love

In the Aftermath of Love

A new poem I have been contemplating for a few weeks now. I guess I will find peace in my own way and through my own process. Thank you for stopping by to share my space. God bless. Read on...Witt

I awoke from a nightmare
In the aftermath of love
Devestation all around me
Numb to the feelings
 I once knew to be there
 Heart in pieces
Like some ceramic jar
Broken on the floor
No clear vision,
 Only despair
God help me approach the veil
Just end it anyway
 I don't really care
If tomorrow comes
Life is like eternal darkness
In the aftermath of love.

Feeding on memories
I'm growing old
Waking up cold
Counting the cost of war
In the aftermath of love
Words try to explain
 Meaning in pain
Drying eyes and red clouds
Rage like a storm
Washing away my former self
And I am changed forever
 In the aftermath of love.
                                              - D. Wittler