Poem: Economic Slaughter
It is a harsh reality indeed when our lives change in a negative and drastic way. After hearing many stories from friends and from trusting strangers, I was inspired to write this poem. Granted, In part, I too can relate. However, after hearing some stories, I feel I do not have the right to complain.
The Economic Slaughter
Nothing can dilute the harsh realities
that come from the economic slaughter.
Yesterday I ate, I drank, I was merry.
Today I ask, I beg, please help.
No words, no tears. I look at you and wonder,
Are you next?
Do you fear What I thought would never happen to me?
I wonder what will become of me.
There is a silence, a waiting that kills.
The time I have, the time that leaves me.
To look at my past as though it were a dream.
I shudder to think my days of happiness are over.
What was it that I did differently?
For me to fall and for you to excel at your dream?
I was soaring, I was being.
Now, I am falling.
Down this rabbit hole of confusion.
Is it a dream or a nightmare?
Wake me up for I am ready to challenge this dismay.
I am going to choose my life as I choose to live this one no more.
By, Michelle N. Vos