Poetry: …a hole in mind

Belly crys, head aches a jobless tomorrow, no pay... grateful am alive; how do I survive?
Poetry
Belly crys, head aches
a jobless tomorrow, no pay…
grateful am alive; how do I survive?
These ideas
these ideals
 …will light a fire
will spark the glow,tomorrow.
Hope, faith
owed
to time
wanes.

Feyisayo Adeyemi

<b>Capturing this journey called Life in text, frames...</b>
  1. strangely unpeculiar how this ish befits 2dae..it's like that red cape around superman!

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