Simple and Plain

Simple and Plain

(Mike Wheatley)

There are seven days in a week, every one of those days I'm feeling weak,

I came to this hospital help I seek, needing help because my mind is weak.

I'm having thoughts of death racing through my brain;

I can never understand why I'm feeling so much pain.

My body doesn't hurt; it's free of pain, so it's gotta be my mind that's driving me insane.

Why can't my life just be simple and plain?

 Why does it have to contain emotional pain?

Questions that I'll ask, over and over again.

I'll probably never know why I feel this pain.

 Was it a pain that I gain while I was away?

Serving my country in every single way, watching my brothers get murdered and sleighed.

This isn't something that I could have ever portrayed;

Soldier’s memorials are proudly displayed.

The chaplain is conduction a mass pray,

 Soldiers are crying and tears are flowing from their faces.

Memories that soldiers will never erase.

Why can't my life just be simple and plain?

Why does it have to contain emotional pain?

Questions that I'll ask, over and over again.

I'll probably never know why I feel this pain.

So once again I'm sitting in this place, seeking help with despair on my face.

Scribbling down a poem that may help erase, some of the pain I've received from that place.

That place that has an awful face,

MY mind...

Why can't my life just be simple and plain?

 Why does it have to contain emotional pain?

Questions that I'll ask, over and over again.