prison

The Prison & The Key

 

Inside the prison of poverty,
Are tribulations worst that debt.
Trying to survive the darkness,
Where needs are never met.

And for all the trying
To do the deeds daily,
That all came to add up
To not enough or barely.


Barred in by situations

With no out to get
Held in shackles for generations
Herded into the same outlets

Desperation of the mind can be
A very dangerous thing
In fact the precise position
No one wants to be found in

Gasping and grasping around
The great void of lack
Until pressed to the hard cold
Wall against your back

Where ends don’t meet
And life’s fall apart with ease

It will take the effort of your doing

To craft the key to your release
Ria 2016

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