Poem.
The new year has rung in and it’s the beginning of something new,
so then why the hell am I feeling so down and blue? I’ve got an
addiction I can’t quite deal with, its called paying bills, I look unto
God for help not to swallow all these pills. My life is a battle & I
used to take it in stride, but now a days seems like all I do is sit
and abide. got friends that are strangers and family that don’t
understand, hoping somewhere in those clouds God’s got MY plan!
I get a rush of sadness when I think about some, but then again
what do I care they don’t know where I’m from. I live in sadness
and sorrow in the shadow of my tears, but really for real it’s my
kids futures I fear! I take care of mines and that’s just that, my
heart and soul run deep for my babies & that’s a fact! gotta
figure out this struggle anyway that I can, cause living like this is like
living in an hour glass full of sand!
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