I've lost it all.
The name.
The house.
Even the dog.
I walk under a
cloud.
Loaded,
With words meant to
describe death.
They see me and
cringe,
With judgment in
there eyes
Their heads face the
sky.
Nor money or food do
I beg as they fly.
A simple yet hard,
hi or good bye
I am no longer
human,
In their sockets
I became more than
an insect,
And less than a
tiger
Little do they know
They are one of me.
We share he same
prayers
And cry the tears.
We are all but one
Fighting our fears.
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