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My dad hasn't had a job for about 4 years now.

Today I said to sell the car,
yesterday the bike.
Wednesday I told you
we have no money.
The mortgage will go unpaid.
Mom works like a slave,
her eyes have gone dark,
her skin pale,
and I think her soul has been boxed away
like all the Christmas ornaments.
Where is my oldest son?
He left this husk behind.
Where is my youngest son?
Drugs are a powerful thing.
My middle?
Dad, I’m right here. Now put the gun away.

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[Autumn de Rue]

Two years ago my dad lost his job. It was only for a few months, but it was rough. And then this last year, my mom lost hers for a few months. Both times, I felt horrible despair. My parents are divorced and to feel like half of my life was going away was horrible. I can relate to this poem in a way I didn't expect to and it really reflects the feelings of it all.