OUT OF ORDER



Out of job, out of hope,
nothing left to me but God.
In a world where all around us is money,
i am like a bee with no honey.

Out of order,with no order.
Life grows me to be older
and soon there will be no use of me.
Age beats me with such cruelty.

I am in the need for a loan,
but i know they wouldn't give me one.
I am in the need for love,
but i am left penniless and alone.


All i need is a simple job.
I don't think i ask a lot.
But today jobs are like goldˇ
those who have them, those they hold.

I do not even have the basics.
Food, rent, clothes,only bills.
I must finally accept and face this:
i am a useless human of wills.





Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-06-29 at 07:21

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes when there's a little hitch in the path, it can have a snowball effect, and can at times quickly turn into an avalanche. Felt it accumulate by each line I read here. Well described, thanks.
2020-06-30


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a brutal self-assessment.

not entirely biographical, i hope.
2020-06-29