When will it end

much part of eight years my life was being homeless in a despite a job, inflation was and still is bad for everybody....I can see the light at the end of my tunnel now This is my first try at poetry

All around me, hunger, sadness, and depression

    No home

Friends and family abandons me

    Except one

Pride and knowledge of right over wrong is my strength

    Truth shields my very soul

I move on looking and desiring my last breath

    Because then I'll know peace and rest

Loneliness has become my unwanted armor

    Life and suffering has become numb