Image credit to @wakeupkitty
Life has been unfair
Just so unfair
In a dreadful world I've toiled
Day and night
With nothing to show for
Remembering the situation
Yes, one behind my parents death
I work relentlessly
Sacrificing love, childbearing, healthy relationships, name it
So I could live
And now at 43, I can't explain my situation
I'm I cursed??
How long??
Toiling from one job to another
Battling with meagre salaries
Making farmhouses my abode
Lacking three square meals
While labouring for survival
At this point in my life
Stranded and indecisive
After being sacked from the farmhouse
With no one to turn to
I wander through the deserted street
Enough is enough I yelled
Heard my echoes aloud in the empty street
But at this moment, it doesn't matter
Sitting face down
With my back well packed
I turn around abruptly
To see an old building
With a weird write-up
C.BRA boldly designed
I decide to make a move
I care less, not giving a fuck
I saunter in
Whatever happens is non of my business
I'm sure spending a night here
Abd maybe make it my home