Suffer To Live
Terrified. Fear stares from every angle.
It feels like the walls are closing in.
Good. We try to be good people. But, good people never, ever seem to win.
Terrified. As tears won’t stop rolling. We can’t provide for our kids.
Fate. We hope to believe that life will somehow help us as our country has decided we should suffer to live.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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