LIFE - THE UNSHELTERED SHELTER (VILLANELLE).
Since poverty was her skeeter
She lived in chain and pain
Her life was an unsheltered shelter
To her, happiness was a specter
Which fades away for reasons she couldn't explain
Since poverty was her skeeter
She remained mute as she couldn't be a speaker
She had no where to hide even in the rain
Her life was an unsheltered shelter
She had suffered from life swelter
Yet she couldn't complain
Since poverty was her skeeter
She remained prone to danger
As all efforts to get a shelter was in vain
Her life was an unsheltered shelter
She remained unclad without a cover
She hoped that hope will restore and life will be good again
Her life was an unsheltered shelter
Since poverty was her skeeter
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.