RUNNING ON THE FUMES OF HOPE!

Many dependent on hope ,
Tanks , running on fumes ,
petrol , of hope , long gone ,
life , getting , tougher , harder ,
for , the many , life , a sinkhole ,
dragging , so many down ,
living from day to day one at a time ,
in a human made hell , on earth ,
hell , that is relative , to each , in this , world
there are those growing , rich , on others ,
on others poverty , despair ,
increasing , so much misery , and many sorrows ,
thus , life has been , thus , ever so!

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith




Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-15 at 12:52

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Sorry, Ken, but there is no hope. Hold on to those fumes.
Ashe~
2016-12-16