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I know some woman
lucky if she eats every day she claims she likes things that way truth is she doesn't she's have anyone to care and her mind is absent like nobody's home I fear I'm beginning to know its not ever going to get better for her its so hard to know this I know a man who once believed he had a family but it was only a story he told himself for one summer he lived outside in his truck we was stuck there with no air conditioning and no radio he read the same books over and he ate when his sister fed him though... he got so thin you could see his bones in November after 17 days without eating he trudged through an icy blizzard and spent two weeks in a hospital bed then booted him out afterwards to a shelter where bugs shared the bed and they staff burnt all the food we invited him to stay with us for a short while he's settled into a small room he can't remember today he lives in yesterday but doesn't have a tomorrow he's anxious as a lost cat living in a one room box he's my brother but not the one I remember and grew up with any more I fear its not ever gonna get better for him like the curtains decided to close and night decided to stay all the time I see a cat every once in awhile she belonged to someone once had the choice of many kinds of food and rarely ate the same kind twice now her long furry is tangled and she probably eats mice she hisses when I come near once she was more sweetness now she is mostly bewildered and full of anger and fear she was a cat I took care of she was the cat of a friend a friend that left her behind that friend might be dead I fear I wish I didn't know about this sort of unkindness nor be witness to abandonment I wish I didn't feel so much we leave a open tin of food occasionally we're content to see it finished it temporarily alters our mood but that's not saying much there are people there are critters that need looking after that need tender loving care and tending to yet these are the ones who don't get what they need but I wonder and I fret and I fear and I try to wish that God had better magic and He could fix things and people that get broken so I wouldn't have to care and think so much some days I feel the brokenness too do you think God ever feels broken too? Legal Copyright for this poem 6:01PM PST time date stamped 8/4/2019 and also for this poet Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE Vote for this poem |
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