Living Isn't Easy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Living isn't easy,
If one's mind is being scarred.
And reminded how the times could be.
But far from where they actually are.
No a living isn't easy,
If one is awaiting for 'happy hour'...
Everyday to do to sit at a bar.
To numb one's head,
Until their cares drift away.
And not to remember,
A single word one has said.
Or what others have to say.

Getting up each day,
To have a feeling of defeat...
Has left many people turning to the streets.
Hyped by lies and promises no one keeps.
Living isn't easy,
When people have chosen dope over hope.
Faith to keep becomes further depleted.

A living isn't easy when a craze nonstop...
Seems to be dropping from the sky,
As if a monsoon with winds...
Is taking away everyone's sanity,
For a preferred madness that begins.

Living isn't easy,
If one's mind is being scarred.
And reminded how the times could be.
But far from where they actually are.
No a living isn't easy,
If one is awaiting for 'happy hour'...
Everyday to do to sit at a bar.
To numb one's head,
Until their cares drift away.
And not to remember,
A single word one has said.
Or what others have to say.