Bramble - Bush.......

 Cot in between 

With Life and Survival

Wind blowing 

Middle of no where

Darkness

Wild wiz

Thorns on paths

Rocks pricking

Leg nub

Hand scraped

Still we walk past

For light

To show up bright

Though time

In the end

Show us

Twinkling bugs

Bored to the core

Bored to the core.
Can't sit around
Chair and beds.
Cofined to room

No where to go.
No choice to take
Life feels empty
Within small space

Lost thought

Juggling between school and clinics
Operations and corridor
Doctor and teachers
Life for the little one
So hard and loom

Juggling and juggling
Thoughts tough
No clue to ponder
Little hopes wonder
Life for the little brain
Is hard to refrain

Juggling with life
Of faith and fair play
We pray everyday
To hope for a better living
Life for the little chap
Is hard and tough to gain.