Lone Parent
Cutting deep. Heart feels sad, don’t want to feel just as bad
It’s not my norm. I’m usually happy, I hate this feeling of being so crappy
Asking why? I feel so low, what to tell I just don’t know
Roof above my head, food on the table, usually find I am so able
Who do I tell? Should I say, what on earth makes me feel this way
I work so hard, I pay the bills, even manage to get some thrills
Drink very little, never been a smoker never dabbled in being a doper
Why so hard? This life injustice, improve my ways I feel I must
It isn’t that bad, I look after my son, he has a good life, I feel I have none
Could I be lonely? Friends I have many, feeling as low as the value of a penny
What is next? Do I make a change? Looking at my life it isn’t that strange
Car at the door, mortgage gets paid, money for holidays I have made
Is it Love? I don’t have any, other than my son, who gives better than many
Something is missing, what can it be, I wish one day clearer I would see
Wait I must. One day at a time, hoping that things will work out fine
So what’s the secret? What should I do? Just live in hope that I will find you.
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2017
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