Every day I wake up
hoping things will get better
only to be greeted in
the hallway by
another pile of letters.
New bills along with
overdue reminders
all to be added to
an overflowing binder.
The pressures of life are
starting to take their toll
a feeling of emptiness
has entered my soul.
Somewhere along the road
I took a wrong turn
and now I’m left wishing
there was a way to return
to a time when I was able
to look on the bright side
and when I had no reason to hide.
Now as my world
is getting smaller,
I am afraid to answer
the door to any caller
convinced that whoever it is
will be looking for money
and when I plead poverty,
they won’t find it funny.
