I wrote this many years ago when I was at rock bottom and I still have it on paper. Right after I post it, I'm going to throw it away.

I live each day in disarray
with bitterness and strife
alone in all my agony
this ball and chain called life

Rip..tear...gone.

Man you must have really been going through some ****. Glad you got that over and done with. Been there...done that...left it behind..never looked back

Hopefully the paper you tore up was your ball and chain...some of my good poems have gotten lost like that. Hope you have a better positive look now.

I Lost My Lucky Ball & Chain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyqbckE9kIU&feature=related

I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now shes four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on

She threw away her baby-doll
I held on to my pride
But I was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now

Confidentially --
She never called me baby-doll
Confidentially --
I never had much pride
But now I rock a bar stool
And I drink for two
Just pondering this time bomb in my mind.....

Yes, I have a much better outlook now. I wrote that many many years ago but just recently came across it.
I just wanted to get rid of it for good and be able to say I had some witnesses!

hand....