I am in a state where I am
physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally tired.
My mouth is in silent,
but if you could just read my mind,
There is endless shouting and mindless overthinking.
No one should know the battle that I am fighting,
For they can't hand me any armor that could win the fight.
It's hard to keep the hope alive,
when everything in you has already died.
I am alone, and no one can save me.
It's just me, my inner demons,
and that little faith I have in my pocket.

My Teacher, My tea, The preacher
My teacher the mother she was
To many kids i knew or even saw
She taught me to read which i did better than many of her own.

I played to wounds as she  nursed them with love
And when i lost a tooth, she replaced it with a penny and so i learned to earn
Saveless the spending
See my empty bottle and tummy all full to her mercy
Meals in full with no bill to clear

My misbehaviour attracted her tender slaps
To which i cried and smiled to the latter
In ink and paper i see your presence
So i remember not to forget you
Each of my smiles is a written letter of thanks to you.