breathe {poetry}--

accursed existence

we match names to faces 

and put money in the bank.

we pay bills

and our rent 

all while we go insane.

trying to find comfort 

in a place that is not our own.

for the place that we knew 

we have sold.

unlike many of our belongings 

the feeling of discomfort came back 

it came to haunt us in a time of loneliness.

we got rid of our belongings & our pride possessions 

getting ready to sell our souls to the devil

making a cross roads deal 

trying to get out of trouble.

hoping this will solve our problem when the problem only becomes worse.

not sure of how to live this life 

this life that i have cursed.

d.n.