6 Landscapes – 4

she told us how the old days were,
and they were far from golden:
inside a love-forsaken box
with mouths to feed,
and scared of knocks.

this place i now see with my eyes.
i wonder how they lived at all:
inside of destitution locked,
and running every time
somebody

knocked

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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