POVERTY

It is as if
I've become
A saddened case
I'm on my bed
Against the wall
Pillow to chest I embrace -
Our fond moments
And the mutual adoration
We once had
Have you ever died
Along with what happens
When it is sad, it is bad
I am mad
When I feel I write down
My madness
Inbetween the lines of
A blank notepad.

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