Pills, Deals and Debt
Bitter sweet that path to tread
Popping pills and nothing said
Making deals, getting into debt
No one caring, no one will fret.
Poverty spoken, lived in the past
Sympathy short, nothing to last
Watching telly a daytime stew
Nothing real and nothing new
Leaving school, work’s not there
Some they steal if they dare
Hurting many, stirring feeling
Losing friends, anger reeling
Battles lost, never a winner
Snacking days, what’s a dinner
Highs saught, no lesson learned
Never a penny to be earned
Benefits, they are a must
Fancy goods, wonder lust
Dreams still there, in the head
Too much time, spent in bed
Spirits gone, the fight was there
Inside the mind, all to bare
Feeling lost, no life lived
Happiness all being sieved
Where’s the blessing in the soul
Fish swimming in the bowl
Drinking water, popping more
No way out, no open door.
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2017
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