Debt

What is this thing that nags your mind And robs your hopes until you’re blind? It owns you now. It owns you next. It drains your soul until you’re vexed. Your life becomes a money wreck From sleepless nights filled full of frets. It grows and grows until you scream, "ENOUGH! ENOUGH! GIVE BACK MY DREAMS!”

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Ink Empress

Date: 12/28/2023 9:36:00 PM

Brilliant and deep write this is, that depicts how one feels when their dreams are being stolen and life kicks hard, and leaves you drained. You have an intriguing and engaging way of expressing, especially the opening lines are brilliant. “ it drains your soul until you’re vexed” what a line! “ your life becomes a money wreck” soul hitting! “ i love the alliterations too and smooth flow of such deeply moving and heartfelt lines. Pleasure reading this

Steven Getz
Date: 12/28/2023 10:33:00 PM

People who are survivors are not judged by how fast they rise to the top. Instead, they are judged by how well they bounce off the bottom and then then rise again. The silence of despair is best expressed in my poem entitled, "The Silent Crib", which I will eventually post. Steven

Tom Woody

Date: 12/28/2023 2:54:00 PM

No holiday debt for me mate. Sleeping quite well

Steven Getz
Date: 12/28/2023 3:50:00 PM

This is a poem that I wrote more than a decade ago. But it reflects how I felt then.