Trial and horror

In the land of grief and tears I float
I can’t swim so will you send a boat?

My sorrow is as deep as love is high
I’ll crawl out when the sun has made my dry

I  heard her singing “Help me through the night”
I bought some  ear plugs , it was  that or flight

Leonard Cohen helped   me  in my woe
Then he died, it’s just my luck,I know

Imagination and good sight   are key
To perceiving well   the bleeding heart of me

I can’t be British,I am very warm
I cry with babies and with all who’re scorned

I’m just a foreigner  from Blackburn Lancs
We’re almost civilised, we have a Bank

The English people seem so very cold
They say, hello, please cross my palm with gold

I wept into my pillow in the night
The cat has emigrated,  it’s pure spite

I cried when I got washed and  then I dried
Saving water,I’m  preoccupied

The kitchen is  much  quieter  than a grave
My husband does the cooking, he’s my slave

I never ate a meal  all by myself
I’m in a restaurant ,  but there’s no-one  else

I went inside McDonalds for a test
Don’t go there if you wear woollen vests

I think I feel  my salty tears will flow again
I’ll find my hanky, breathe and eat my pen

I’m never going sad or mad again
The clock hands  move but where  is my old man?