Life is hard
As hard as a rock
You get a foam
While craving a rock
When life Gives a knock
That's when you brace up
Hunger make your eyes tremble
You basked in dysphoria
Of unprecedented hunger
That's when you know the real devil
You feel like drinking
a bottle of sniper
With no glimmer of hope
He lives in pain....
Nothing to gain...
His heart is in sober.
He is gotten not a lover...
He's unhappy....
He gobbles a plate of turkey..
Only when he is lucky..
In the afternoon
He sees people craving for lunch. .
And him nothing to crunch....
Well, He will starve....
His cutlery got cleaner....
As clean as a mirror....
Such emptiness!
He's been spewed out from the world...
Take him back to his lord.....

I hope all is well with you brother?

UndauntedYOCA:
I hope all is well with you brother?

sure, this is just a poem, no strings attached....