i returned to the shadowed ,gloomy graveyard that is her home .since she was 18.the time she was foolish.got pregnant.got kicked out......lost my love of my life jazmine ....sold my love for powder.sold my soul to the devil.
so here I am today homeless and lonely .
its Christmas eve ,the trees whistle and whisper in that chilling wind . the frost is creeping in , leaving a chilling grip around every living thing that it can tease with its frightening grip.
I'm tired but my body doesn't agree and won't let me sleep,I'm hungry I crave the roast beef that my mother cooked when I lived there sweet and rich I can almost feel it running down my throat ,the crisp potatoes that can enrich your lungs with the warmth and the smell that becomes of them .
*wipes the dribble*
I eat barely anything
anything...
however
when the chance comes i take it ...good old food banks
many thanks for your donations
and no this is not an advert for you to weep at or to promote how many people are in my situation in this world but genuinely .......
many thanks.
