Poverty Beneath The Classes by Marie Oh what an empty life do I lead A sorrow so plenty inside does it bleed Each feeling quite stupid so excessibly dumb By the end of the day every sentiment numb Loss of all reason each night as I lie Upon this my mattress tears flow as I cry Why had my life be presented to me How did this existence come here to be No inner voice to speak from my soul Happiness denied me by a bottomless hole No one to talk to no one to care Is there anyone listening is there anyone there Something is missing from this my life I do lead Why do I cry and my inner heart bleed Monotonous days a loneliness creep Into my dreams at night as I sleep In need of a smile a letter a card Yearn for some warmth as each moment grows hard To live this my life a loneliness absurd Without friendly visitors to offer a kind word No phone does it ring no birthday wish brought No greeting to welcome a life meaning is sought No wishes goodnight until each morning is nigh Why will not this empty life pass me by I sit with my head in my hands as I cry Silently yearn to live amongst all upper classes But Why Is Poverty ignored beneath all rose coloured glasses Monday May Ninth Two Thousand And Five | 
