The day almost ends
as evening approaches
Eyes are heaven-sent
Away from the cockroaches
Her landlord wants paying
So too do others
All her blood they’re baying
Cloying her space they smother
Her fridge and cupboards bare
Stomach growling
She falls into despair
Outside her cat is meowing
She’s tried the dole today
Tried other things too
But she has weeks to wait
To escape her blues
Until then a hole she’s in
Frantically clawing her way out
But always falls back crying
No-one hears her screams for help
Her faith tested to its limits
In herself and those supposedly close
If she dies would she be missed?
As she sleeps, worried dreams, this wilting rose
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on July 25, 2012
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