Betrayed

Stranded and strayed,

now, am betrayed

where is the money

can it afford me honey

if the bees are on the barn

or will they wait till they go to farm?

…a mild me to madness

sorry, sorrow and sadness

with even much envy

and a burden of levy

can’t pick with my peak

am very weak

very sorrowful and sick

my blood too thick

all I ever seek

is tucked in my cheek

Am weak

I can’t even speak

Bruised and bounded

Woe and wounded.

I plea of death to swallow…

Swallow me. I don’t want to see tomorrow

I cant even cry, though it hurt,

Carrying the world on my hat

It’s right time to purge

All the pus of the world