No Rest

No rest

No break,

No change of routine

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Day in,

Night out,

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“I’m with friends,

They’re a great bunch.

You know where I am.”

Yeah right.

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No food.

No money for food

“I’ll get a take-out”

Waiting.

Waiting..

Waiting…

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Tears flow,

“Where are you?”

“When are you coming home?”

“Don’t leave me”

“please.”

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Always out

Like clockwork

Come back drunk,

Swaying,

Singing,

Laughing,

Joking,

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You see my face

Crying.

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The pain,

Of fear,

Of hunger,

Of loneliness,

Of hatred…

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“Never again

It won’t happen,

I swear.”

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Lies.

Conceited.

Again.

Same routine.

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Day in,

Night out.

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It never changes.

I get

No rest.

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I’m sorry – I’m majorly, majorly, majorly pissed off right now, and I decided to write this. It’s directed at a couple of people – one whom I’m really… not that fond of. Sorry for my language. Had to get the poem out. Review if you want, I don’t mind either way to be perfectly honest.