Every day.
Every morning, every night.
I bear through it. The cold.
The stinging, relentless cold.
I need help.
But the help is helping itself.
Indulgence, at my cost.
Cast away by a caste of rich.
While I grunt and labor.
For them. For nothing.
Stuck.
Every day.
Every morning, every night.
My house suffers it. The cold.
The sharp, painful cold.
I need help.
Working in circles, ends not met.
Suffering, through all effort.
Living without heat.
While I grunt and labor.
For them. For nothing.
Stuck.
Every day.
Every morning, every night
I walk through it. The cold.
The biting, vicious cold.
I need help.
Walking two and a half miles.
Twice a day, everyday.
Freezing, just for work.
No money, no vehicle, just me.
While I grunt and labor.
For them. For nothing.
Stuck.
I can't take it.
This burden, this cold.
I pick myself up. I continue to toil.
Suffering my fate. Getting nowhere.
Fighting to go forward.
Yet staying right where I am.
Year.
After year.
After year.
Aimless. Endless.
Stuck.
I need help.
But the help is helping itself.
Indulgence, at my cost.
Cast away by a caste of rich.
While I grunt.
While I labor.
For them.
For nothing.
Just…
Stuck.