I woke to a new message,
In the dim morning's electronic leer,
A flicker of hope, quickly smothered,
By the relentless passage of another year.
Decades of expertise, now whispers in the wind,
Unseen in the bustling, indifferent crowd,
Each rejection, a deeper cut into my worth,
The silence after hope, deafeningly loud.
Shadows of my former self, haunt empty streets,
Homelessness in more than just a place to dwell,
A spirit adrift in a sea of forgotten dreams,
A life suspended in an unbreakable spell.
The weight of pennies, a jester's cruel joke,
The financial burden, a suffocating cloak,
With each unseen tear, a little more I fade,
A vanishing echo of the life I once made.
I woke to a new message,
But the words, just echoes of the past,
In this relentless cycle of despair,
I find no solace, no peace at last.
© Eric Montgomery, 11-March-2024
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