Your legs ache, your head done pounding
the wind around you is eerie sounding
hands weak, and feet stinging
from washing someone's else's dishes
sweeping someone else's floors,
it's okay they would do the same for yours,
-sarcastic chuckle-
you trip over cracked cement,
try to catch yourself and your knees buckle,
you laugh even though it hurts like hell
clothes soaking wet but its dark they can't tell
"Can't believe i almost fell.."
you get home and the cold becomes hot,
you turn on the fan to hear it whirrrrr
the computer screen turns on and you feel at peace
you have been craving this moment
with crystallized crystal eyes,
you go to open your favorite game
but you have a better idea,
write a poem.