To wake each day,To know the truth,That life is but a war.
To see the world through jaded eyes.No evening of score
To lay at night just thinking bout what will go wrong anew
Wanting more from this damned life, not knowing what to do.
Each day the climb gets steeper, the breaks get shorter too
The food , the drink, the sustenance, gets thinner, Watered stew.

I wonder sometimes why I struggle, with bills, with relationship, with a job I detest.. but really its a selfless act. I must feed the children I have brought into this world. I must provide a role model, and a mentor. I must survive, persevere,i must.


Submitted: March 11, 2022

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