If only

Written by: norah natty maturure

if only things were different
i would create a little heaven for you

yet i cant,
as i am in my own hell 
to ask you to share it with me is an right i've since lost

every night i hold onto you so i can wake again
as the threads that should hold me down have slowly unravelled 
and left me with but a single string called hope that needs a face so it won't break

i remember with much pain the adoring glances you used to send my way
now poverty has made me a no go area

these days i am lucky if i get a glimpse of your face at night when you flash your body to all
that you have chosen to sell yourself to put food on the table is hard enough for me to accept

yet i do,
as the economic environment has left us with few choices

even though business is slow for few have money to spend on carnal pleasures
when hunger has taken residence at their doorstep

my inadequacy yawns like the ocean and swallows me into depths i can't escape

yet,
endure i must
as i have no means of altering our situations