She had a sunny disposition
despite living
in a box of fireworks
a funeral pyre.
She needed a break
from having to take
the stairs
She needed a lift really
that worked
sometimes.
And from the dealers
and the addicts
who slept in her car
while she worked in a bar
to make things.
Meat and veg and suchlike
for her kids
who went to school
most days.
Not today
not anymore
as the fourteenth floor
was too much
in the heat.
She was poor but she tried
and that’s not why she died.
That was cause we all looked away
till that day.
© Ash Cheyne 2017
Daily Word Prompt – Sunny
oh, how brutal but well written this …. it has a particular beat and pulse to it – it works well. 🙂
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Thank you – always appreciate your positive feedback !
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most welcome 😀
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Very powerful poem- amazing!
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