Statistics Have Piercing Eyes
It seems like things are turning around
only to collapse.
A vicious cycle,
like the abuser saying he’s sorry.
It’s just a lie.
A vicious cycle,
like the abuser saying he’s sorry.
It’s just a lie.
Statistics Have Piercing Eyes
Here we are,
hands laced together,
falling face first into a down economy.
hands laced together,
falling face first into a down economy.
(We’re more than just statistics.)
Never knowing if there’s an end
or if
the pit just grows larger
more consuming each passing second.
or if
the pit just grows larger
more consuming each passing second.
Sometimes I lose faith,
I, question.
I, question.
It wouldn’t be so bad
if there weren’t
young ones trusting in us.
if there weren’t
young ones trusting in us.
It hurts to see their little eyes
filling with tears
as things are sold off,
their words echoing in emptiness.
filling with tears
as things are sold off,
their words echoing in emptiness.
“I really like my swing set, Mom,
does it have to go, too?”
does it have to go, too?”
I shake my head slowly,
trying to my hide tears,
and hope my words aren’t a lie.
trying to my hide tears,
and hope my words aren’t a lie.
(C) Susan Elliott
Don't give up! It will pass!
Don't give up! It will pass!
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