What do you do
when there's nothing
left.
No hope.
No plans.
No spark.
I'm all gone
- a shad,
not even a shadow
of my former self.
I've given it all
struggled
I tried
I've worked
to support my family
but work
has been beyond horrible
- hellish
a torment of the soul
every day,
every second,
as I am bled dry
trying to meet
all comer's calls ...
© Kayleen White, 2012
I undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit, of course :)