STRUGGILING

Life is short and full of pain,

In this world I feel I have nothing gain.

Working hard everyday,

At the end I always get very little pay.

Desperate for such a better life,

One day I hope to be a wife.

Emotions are desperate and running high,

All I can do is sit here and question why?

Why can I not give my children better things?

All I want to do is give them the treasure of kings.

So much effort and despair

That life never seems to be fair.

Bills are always way behind

To the point I feel I might lose my mind.

Endless tears and sweat are shed

Only for me to lie awake in bed.

Sleep does not come to my restless soul,

for I have yet to reach my goal.

Misery, pain, and suffering is all I know,

Please tell me when all it will go?

My children need so much more then I can give,

Tell me how do I make enough to live?

It is such a struggle everyday,

That I feel as if I am digging my grave.

One step forward, two steps back,

Why is it I always feel as if I am being smacked?

Food, clothing, and shelter is all I ask for,

If I had all that I couldn't ask for more.

I sit here and cry silent tears,

For I can not hide all of my fears.

I wish I had someone to comfort me,

And shield me from all the world's poverty.

My mind is numb and my heart is cold,

But this is life from what I am told.