I struggle to get food
Everyday, make sure I work hard enough
Hope I made enough to eat
No payday from my family
That's not true,
I get food money once and a while
But that only lasts a week or two at most
I miss when I had a family
Someone to say I loved
I miss when I had food
A stomach that wasn't so loud
I miss the way I used to feel
When my mother came home
I miss the excitement I felt
On Christmas morning
Now there is nothing
Nothing but a few things to call my own
And a stomach that won't shut up
So I struggle
Day to day
And eat when I can
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Train station poetry
PoesiePoems written during a daily commute. From depression, Ptsd, and anxiety, to love, redemption, reflection, there is something in here for everyone. #2 in poembook (December 18-January 4) #39 in poetry (January 1- January 16)
