Poverty
Companies own you even When you are sleeping hold on To reason,
Benighted by her own emotions
Her soul taken through her wallets
Hiding behind temptations
Fears spread to her children
Gifts are not enough
To gain their trust
Take heed now
No more
Lies
Ebb
Away
Their safety
Your peace of mind
Bargains never end
Trouble waits till morning
Child jumps in to take the bills
Their bodies getting gaunt and thin
Buy it even if it does not fit
Pay
The price
Hold the dice
Don’t let it slip
Your mind will weaken
Companies own you even
When you are sleeping, hold on
To reason, not easier said
Than done, there is room for you to run
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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