lost

 lost.

Have you worked hard to get anything to go right but it won't?

Feeding on scraps but finding the end of the rope.

Typing out my fluctuations as people look at me as a joke.

Then my health started going and relationships choked.

My eyes grow fussy so it was hard to see 

What I felt was purgatory.

My arm got ripped up one night you see 

The doctor said you needed surgery. 

Three years later it has not come to pass. 

I work with what I have

 even though I don't have class.

Diabetes seems to take care of the rest.

I stick it to myself daily for my kids will not know.

Education was a lie, I got the bills

 I did not move up in class.

I am fifty-two now with no rest in sight,

I will die lonely I no longer gets hard at night

What keeps me from drinking god only knows.

My hair is gone, my teeth who knows.

I try to keep my head up for my kids to see.

But they know the truth: their mother is not happy.

It is already an understanding as soon as they hit sixteen.

My part is done and she's moving on and then it's a mystery.

Something a resume just will not tell.

The human side at low tide or on the brink of hell.

Or when the pride is high but deep inside there's 

No kiss and tell.

By Scott lee baker