Daily diet

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The room spins
and the sins of the thousands unfold
have I told you I love you ?
Unreality surrounds me
pictures of millionaire players
big houses, soothsayers
yet tomorrow you are to be evicted
convicted of nothing more than being poor
in a country drowning in wealth...
for a few at least, I don't know
the wealthy stay scarce,
if they wanna remain healthy
in my neighborhood, it's survival
how do you do it?
3 kids, illness a daily diet
yet you manage a smile
while cleaning puke, scraping rent
and stacking books
I look at you in wonder,
wonder why you don't buy
an uzi and start spraying
every passerby in an SUV
you see, but you don't
you get up, fix breakfast
get them to school
pick them up, then dinner
homework and bed instead
Have I told you I love you ?

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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 16 years ago
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Sounds like it's only your love that keeps her going

LeBrozLeBrozabout 16 years ago
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Quite an explosive combination of pain, suffering, love, and passion wrapped up in this.

champagne1982champagne1982about 16 years ago
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Stark images that are limned in truth. I enjoyed the slightly chaotic imagery, it disconnects us as if we, too, are watching the day unfold.

We're only given as much as we can carry before it all breaks loose in a spray of Uzi bullets. It's up to those of us with space in our arms to help bear the burdens of others. Sometimes, "I love you" gives the weary permission to set it all down for a little while.

Thanks for the poemie.

WickedEveWickedEveabout 16 years ago
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mentioned on literotica's poetry forum in the new poems review thread.

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