DESTITUTE

DESTITUTE

I am a destitute
I feed from hand to mouth
I toil and sweat everyday
Despite all, I reach out to paupers
Because I know how it feels to be poor

For I am a destitute
I help a brother whenever he falls
Even if he never calls
For we are in this struggle together
No love lost, we shall triumph together

I am an emotional destitute
We gather at drinking shacks to share feelings
Feelings of emotional battles, depressions and pains in tears
But after few gourds of èmú
We resort to have faith in fate

Destitute I am
Only during sleep do we feel comfort and peace
But when we wake, we.....
Everything may not seem fine
But surely, when death comes, we shall all smile


@talk2leigh

27th AUG 18
4:44PM