SAD REALITY

My take on the trials undergone by protagonist as one of the poor and what has come to be all he knows

SAD REALITY

I wake up already in disorientation,

In a place I hate to call home sweet home,

Passers-by call be rude,

But all I see is my reality,

Some beg, 

Some cry, 

Some don't want to spend another day alive, 

But I don't feel this trauma anymore, 

Receiving sympathies doesn't change a thing, 

As they watch me fight and think,

Under the pressure,

To stay alive for another empty dish,

All alone in this cycle, 

With unending rivers of jobs I have,

But with all my experience,

I can only hope for a better future,

Maybe there's a purpose we serve,

That we weren't told by God,

After all,

There can't be the rich without the poor.

                       

Author's Note

Its a first person view of what the protagonist has already been through leave your comments down BELOW

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[John the Baptist]

The last stanza points out a basic truth of this life, that of polarity. If everyone were rich, how would you be able to say what constitutes rich? There must be an opposite with which to compare it. Sadly, many people in this world make up that opposite pole.