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I feel so much pain.
GNAW it does - till insane.
What can I do or say ???
Months ago the last pay.
Pray to GOD, I do every day.
Maybe, guess - its just that way.
Walk by windows all alone.
Only if I had a room - a home.
Cry now I do into the sky.
MOTHER - years ago told me - GOOD-BYE.
GNAW - more pain of the soul.
Just feel down - a deep hole.
Doctor said, "DOWN TO THE BONE".
No more flesh, into dust, then alone.
Didn't eat for over two weeks.
ITS THE FAD OF WHAT POVERTY REEKS.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2
