No money, no food.
No more to gain,
nothing to lose.
No crops, no seed.
No wood for the winter,
More mouths to feed.
No drive, no will.
No hope.
Nothing but an empty shell.
No rain, no God.
No relief.
More pieces of me lost.
No bullets, no gun.
No prayers answered.
Nothing but sun, sun, sun.
More than a stretched landscape.
Nothing left here for me.
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