Jess Smith Poet I do not know?

The Cost of Money

More money equals problems
and it's easy to prove
I went from living in a trailer
to house that were huge
but the wider the walls
the more space to feel alone
so I took these complicated feelings...
that should have stayed at home
and project it on others...something I never should have done
The more I tried to hide it
The more clear it became
that the more I tried to fight it
the faster i'd have to run.
So the more you hide your problems
the steeper the cliffs
and then before you know it..
you've slipped into the abyss..

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Delysia Hendricks May 9, 2013 at 9:20 AM Money, the necessary evil. Great write, Jess. :-)

Poet Tacito May 9, 2013 at 8:00 AM Perhaps this is why we can't take money with us when we depart this world. Life should never be so complicated. This was a good piece. Well done!