It feels as though I’m an irresponsible citizen

It’s rising in flames, I’m caught up in my job

I see kids begging, or selling things they’re forced upon

I don’t stop by and ask why,Β  my break hour is limited

I was late in buying gifts to the girls working at my PG

They are gone, with the gifts lying in my cupboard

It feels as though the void is piercing deep

What the heck am I even doing?

 

 

 

Published by themagicflint

I started writing when I was sixteen. I think it makes me stand out. It lets me voice my thoughts. It lets me spread love. It builds me up. Yet, I fall.

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