Every drop of water counts ... since there is a scarcity,
the world appears to be out of bounds and parity.
What if ... water and meals are at the verge of paucity?
suddenly ... the equilibrium steadiness is exhausted,
proceed to battle and let our kids starve comported.
Written: June 26, 2022
Bite Size Poem No48 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
pauperdom, analogy, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Feel the indigence approaching
Think of no-one and of nothing else
Heart-breaking, all consuming
Penniless pauper, from a storybook romance
“No mon, no fun”
I hear that
No nothing, no life
No growing full or fat
Who to turn to, who to run from
Incipient pauperdom permeates every thought
A threadbare mind to match threadbare costume
Unravelled, patchy, overwhelmingly fraught
Never overburdened with wealth
But enough to cover simple costs like clothes and heat and food
It should never have to come to this but it has
Only I can lay the blame upon myself
Not a lifetime of jeremiads
Some better stories were once told
Those times a yellowed memory now
Heart and soul, languid, limp and sere
Reduced to meagre, mere being
No possessions means no feeling
We all know that.
Pride as spent as the money itself
How poor, truly sorry
A pauper born, God help me
Categories:
pauperdom, confusion, loss, social,
Form: Free verse