Waking up back hurting.
Sun in my eyes, mosquito bites on my skin I begin to itch.
Swating away flies I get up from my concrete bed.
Bloodshot eyes see blurry in the light from crying myself
to sleep at night.
I've hit rock bottom but it feels like rock bottom has hit
me as I wander aimlessly for food and shelter.
Just a little taste to curb my growling stomach.
Water ever so important now more than ever as my lips dry
and crack from thirst.What do I do now?
I pray but they go unanswered.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: pain