ive had suck bad writters block and during that i was rushed into writting this poem but at least im out of a dry write

He's sitting in a room so dark,
He's wounded with a lonley heart,
He misses his wife,
He misses his kids,
He wants to be where his family is.
Because when you have run out of faith,
sometimes All you need to feel safe,
is a little love from you're family,
and from you're kin,
so that you can feel safe again,
So he puts away the knife,
Time to reclaim his life,
He wants to hug his kids,
and kiss his wife.
Hes not going to take the easy way out,
No suicide,
No more drugs,
From now on,
He only takes kisses and hugs.
Now he's going home,
to his wonderful kids,
and loving wife,
Hes going home,
to reclaim his life.

i know its no good but its better than how i was doing with this damn block