• muchearlier 6w


    Its bowels are aching
    He's constantly asking
    Can you get me something to eat
    The mom tells her 'soon'
    Yet she prays that soon
    Will be enough to find her not lifeless
    And make her a promise less
    From fulfilling it
    She cries whilst her son is asleep
    She smiles once he awakes
    Only to give the child hope to live
    In this desert of hopelessness
    She hopes she will be served
    With a dessert of
    Good things ahead