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Poverty Holding on to me Dragging me down Down D O W N There is no revival There is no survival No way to reclaim The life that was mine Trickling away Nickel and dime I can't support my family-- I can't even support myself Can't let my children know This lack of things to provide Even though I want to; When wants and needs collide. I can't explain it to you You wouldn't understand This suffering I see Sometimes I think it only happens Just to me I have so much hope for my children They have to go further Make more Do more Be more More than I was More than I am I will never be what I want This world, so costly I can't help it- but mostly It's the people in my life, The ones I hold at night, The people who keep me going Poverty Dragging me down But I will not give up I can't release hope For my children and their children- Break this cyclical way of living; Break the death and deceiving I am stuck, but I have hope I have love and I can cope But I can't hold on much longer Ripped to shreds by the economy I loved you, my daughter Be more
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Poverty
Poverty Holding on to me Dragging me down Down D O W N There is no revival There is no survival No way to reclaim The life that was mine Trickling away Nickel and dime I can't support my family-- I can't even support myself Can't let my children know This lack of things to provide Even though I want to; When wants and needs collide. I can't explain it to you You wouldn't understand This suffering I see Sometimes I think it only happens Just to me I have so much hope for my children They have to go further Make more Do more Be more More than I was More than I am I will never be what I want This world, so costly I can't help it- but mostly It's the people in my life, The ones I hold at night, The people who keep me going Poverty Dragging me down But I will not give up I can't release hope For my children and their children- Break this cyclical way of living; Break the death and deceiving I am stuck, but I have hope I have love and I can cope But I can't hold on much longer Ripped to shreds by the economy I loved you, my daughter Be more
Tophattime
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
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