Poetry

How

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Am I going to top what I’ve done before to

what I can do now.

It all feels like a losing battle and no matter how hard I try the fight is always a loss for me.

I can’t always make things work on my own, and I know that I need help but, the people hanging around don’t help they just watch and let me fall.

I’m tired of catching them when they let me fall all the time. I feel like a spider shooting out web to catch them in their time of needle.

But, when one needs more assistance it’s like everyone has run to the door as a fire has just broke out.

Walking around talking and having fun but not realizing that this life they have demands certain things but, they ignore those things for working hard was not something they ever took seriously.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes