Poor Me

Sitting here without internet bundles, With no electricity am using candles, Nights are too cold without cuddles, I'm in a life which's filled by muddles, Future plans have turned into riddles. I can't even tell if am broke or sad, Whether am of sound mind or mad, But maybe am another village lad, Who's being mistreated like a cad, Always chewing me daily like cud. Doing it while knowing it's wrong, I chose to pretend and play along, Hoping that this won't go for long, Because this is not where I belong, I've visions of emerging here strong. © Kelmwa