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.
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