CHAINS OF POVERTY

I am a victim of poverty
A reality from which I can never escape
A life of struggle and despair
Feeling like no one is there to care

Born into a world of lack and need
Where hunger and hardship play a role
No shelter to shield me from the cold
Just a broken home, lonely and old

I see others with abundance and ease
And I can not help but feel a twinge of discomfort
Why have I been cursed with this fate
Why must I suffer, why must I wait?

My dreams and hopes, forever postponed
Struggling to survive, always on guard
Unable to break out of this vicious circle
Cursed by poverty, my life is unstable

I long for a life of comfort and ease
But it seems an unattainable temptation
My cries for aid fall on deaf ears
Society turns a blind eye to my tears

I will rise to create a life, brave and bold
And I will reach for the skies
I have a voice, I have a hunger
To break the chains of poverty's hold.

© Prisca Onyinye Nwokorie