Pouring raindrops streak my face
As I trudge a God-forsaken place…
No direction, I wander alone
Leaving behind a so-called home…
Each moment quickly overlaps
Time trickles through my weary grasp…
Anger whips my burdened soul
Hurt…the greatest pain I’ve known…
Every dash of hope long since gone
With my head hung low I stumble on…
Screams stuffed silent, rage in my ears
Filling my eyes with hell-bent tears…
My shadow on a sidewalk crawls
Upon bruised knees I hopelessly fall…
I hold my face within tired hands
I wonder who, if anyone, understands…
I close my eyes to finally rest
Death seems a freedom from this mess…
I awake, oh God, burning from the sun
As yet another day in Hell’s begun!
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
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Home is where one hangs his hat. Very effective writing.
Be safe,
Karen
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