A Day of Hope
Landlord knocks on the door.
"Packing," mom talks, as though
A place to stay awaits,
Her face negating hate—
She fights to keep dark thoughts at shore,
Trying to flood our hearts with hope.
Though fake beams chase
The pain away,
The wave of shame
Is very raged
To stay at bay.
I haven't fought hard enough, and so
Guilty thoughts knock the strength out my soul.
I blame me, taking way
Too many days to slay
One brave night: may this claim
I've trained for days in vain?
Having raw, salty beef with the landlord,
Bro and mom are starving a cheesy home.
Bro says his brain feels drained.
I pain, ashamed—can’t pay
To make a plate, can't aid
His state in any way.
Though mom goes to call a car to transport
Our stuff, we have not a spot to even store
Ourselves.
My brain's afraid to say,
"She's taken space—a break
From fate's insane climate
Of shame and pain and—"
"You better haul all your stuff outside," spites the landlord.
"If she takes long, y'all are spending the night outdoor."
Unpaid, he's waited days;
His patience waned when eight
Weeks came and faded—they
Won't stay unpaid—no way.
We are hauling our things out to the main door,
And they rock coffee, watching us, laughing as we go.
No place to stay; no saint
To praise; not sane to say
Which lane could chase away the pain...
Hope fades away...
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kd Hoccane
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