Sinking Deeper

This lack of ability to make change

Is causing depression

Even my purpose for being in question

Did I make too many mistakes

Did I fail?

Because living this way is like

Living in jail

Trapped in a cycle of poverty

Working day and night

Not getting sleep

Still I struggle to pay

for things that we need

No one to hold me

At the end of the night

Love slips through my grasps

Sweaty palms from the fright

Slipping off the edge of a building

It‘s not building it’s sinking

My feeling of hope

Hanging off the edge

of a dangling rope

Sadness sinking deeper

Difficult to cope

Dark bags under eyes

No sleep

I do not feel

I do not weep

My muscles weak

I had the strength years past to fight

Fought hard and won

Now nothing to show

for a college education

Not enough money to go on vacation

Two kids supporting alone

No one to call on the phone

While the evil one sits

on his big red throne

Feeling no hope

of making life better

Droopy old worn out thrift store sweater

In the mail another collections letter

Typing on the computer all day

In a dark cloud, a fog, a daze

No sun, no fun and no loved one

Hip hop hurray

Life has just begun