Love, Mental Health, Poetry, Self-Improvement

No Lights

Sun dimming down, it’s my only source of light.

Only the flame of the candle can reach my sight.

No sleeping tonight, because stress has taken a toll.

No air, no heat, and no energy in my home.

Sixteen, in my room, listening to my mother cry,

And I have no control, because I’m too young to supply.

Thinking about other teens working to have fun.

I’m working to pay bills and I can only pay for some.

Taking cold showers in the dark, in the evening.

Stopping just to pray for better times, then proceeding.

I vowed to make sure that I struggle no more.

Open the window for wind so hopefully I can snore.

Jealous of those privileged that always seem to have gain,

Not thinking about the fact that everybody has pain.

My mind won’t stop under the glistening moon,

I’m praying that this night will end hopefully soon.

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