Broke


Love flew out the window.
I'm starving.....
Four walls and a ceiling.
I'm starving......
I hate you, it, this!
Sleeping without purpose.
I could go for a pizza, tacos, ANYTHING!
I'm starving!
It's not fair, (tears flowing).
Not even twenty cents.
God, do you hear me?
Tears flowing.
I'm scared.....

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The poem represents financial hardship and the neurotic thoughts manifested during the struggle.