~Despair~
~Despair~
Inches away from being homeless,
As I watch the snow bounce off the windows,
The window no longer reflects the cold as,
Old man winter joins the inside of my house.
No money for anything as I watch the trees dance,
Lost everything I ever owned lost without a second chance.
Stuck in a cold winter land as my hands start to freeze,
Not really sure how much longer I can pound upon these keys.
Nothing is for certain but the cold that bites my face,
Lately I have been wishing I was not part of the human race.
February freeze has kissed my cold darkened heart,
Now I sit and ponder on how I need a new start.
The winds blow there hardest the air is filled with chill,
Only thing I wanted was to pay another bill.
The state of the nation is no longer underhand,
One out of six people here are starving.
So we feed a foreign land.
Whom here is going to feed us as are we strangers,
In our home lands.
We take up wars with countries that don’t even care,
Why cant we help our own people who are cold,
Why are we hungry as our fields are always full!
Inkmaster
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