I am depressed.
Anger is consuming my thoughts.
Distress about poverty.
Pains throughout my body persist.
My strength gradually faded away.
My plans are progressively fading.
I feel like I'm not worth living.
I think about it almost every day.
I want to see a change.
My life seems cursed.
What in the world did I do wrong?
My grandmother died.
She was my pillar.
My only relative.
I am alone in this world.
I tried this and that.
But nothing comes to fruition.
But I keep fighting.
Fighting for a better life.
My life is full of depression.
My life appears to be a mystery.
I just thank God for every daily meal.
I'm not sure how I'm surviving.
But I am still alive.
I keep on living.
Even though I'm homeless.
Even though life is difficult,
I am unhappy.
I crave a change.
A God-given miracle.
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Gloria Penelope
I believe creative thoughts and ideas that become inspiration could change someone's life. I create poetry, short stories, and articles based on my thoughts and ideas.
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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Powerful with a capital P! To know if the big, wealthy predominantly white men in power could step aside and let people who care run the show that people would be fed, housing and poverty would be addressed with sincerity. All they care about is comfort and fighting for more. It's sad.