Someone spends their life
Hanging on a delicate thread
Of withering relationships
As if
Passing time as if
Paying off an eternal debt
That accumulate
with every breath
His feet are so swollen
From standing in lines
Of rationed water!
His children are dying
Of hunger amidst
Awaiting anxiously
For echoes to return
Someone is calling his name as if
Spending time
with reflecting mirrors
Someone he loves
is waiting on the other side
His eyes are watering
Oh so profusely now
A fire is smoldering
Deep within him
His days are passing
so mighty hard
With people deciphering
his soul apart
Nights gnaw him into solitude
Hungry for days
With not a penny to his name
Yet, his world is always demanding
more gratitude from him
Nick Kler
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