Hope

Hope. Today started with a son's tear. I left him with a stranger. I have to feed him.. I work for a sandwich. Then tomorrow I do it again. I get scared when the cupboards Are bare. I cry when he is gone. I cry when he is here. I see the ones; I can become. Holding their signs. Clothes once new. Clothes now torn. Skin just skin Never really present. Always vacant. Just memories. At night I dream. At night I hope; For a miracle. Just a word. Miracle. My soul. Torn Like paper Bills. Unpaid. Kenneth Kerry.