A poem called Feelings
Lonely and hungry when I weary,
worn and ragged, night time dreary.
Tears drip down from tired eyes,
guess that should be no surprise.
Tried to stay here, tried to love,
seems there’s no one, just God above.
Drive a knife through soul and chest,
send me to famed eternal rest.
Try to rouse me, shake me so,
I will not wake, I’ve gone you know.
None to mourn the space I took,
not one would cast a second look.