There’s food in the kitchen.
The refrigerators humming
while the clock
keeps on ticking.
I got plenty to eat.
No one is starving here.
The heat is still running.
I won’t freeze tonight
so why then when I wake up
do my dreams make me
cry?

Most of my friends
are living
though a few
have moved on,
same can be said
about my family
except for the dead.

My car breaks down
every month
or every other,
and I can’t afford
to purchase another.
My job is forty-five
miles up the highway
so occasionally
I must stay with a friend
just to make it in
for my three to eleven
shift.

Got no woman yet,
and no good prospects
but I got lots to read
and tv shows to see
on my computer screen.

My health is decent.
My physique is ok
and as far as I can tell
tomorrow that won’t change,
so why is there something
that aches on the inside
and why when its quiet
do I have to try
not to cry?