When I sit in the quiet
because I didn’t pay my cable bill
I realize I truly have
everything I need
but it feels like nothing at all.
My belly is full,
my house is warm,
and tomorrow is another day at work.
I’m riding in the last car
of a rickety old rollercoaster
barely hanging on
with the whitest knuckles.
The track goes nowhere
and we’ll never come to a complete stop.
Payday is never promised
but we’ll continue the ride
til darkness swallows us whole.
My daughter says all the flowers I draw look sad so I thought I would put this with my sad poem.