a creak becomes a crack
a crack becomes a break
sleeps flee
eyes fade
memory fails
hunger grows
hammer toes
flabby gut
no butt
lonely hours looking out the window
at the same leaves of grass
the sun comes and goes
night never ends
when nature calls I growl
to void my weary bowel
fix a bowl of half cold soup
sweep the floor of my chicken coop
maybe today I leave this place
if only it could be true
i know my plight is slight
by comparison i have it great
should i pray today
like i did as a kid
why bother
no one is there
- Author: BruthPhase (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 4th, 2024 06:02
- Category: Sad
- Views: 6
Comments1
That is sad.
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