Feast of the Day

A sausage sizzling

in the pan,

the last two spoons

of beans from a can.

This is your feast for today,

not even a slice of bread

to help it on its way.

No milk or sugar

for a cup of tea

the cupboard is bare

its only occupant

being a flea.

Electricity will be

the next to go,

overdue bills are

stacked to the

point of overflow.

You try to keep

your head down

hoping it will go away

but instead you

watched as your

life fell into decay.

Unable to stop

your self-destruction

you just lie down

hypnotized by its seduction.

Then you came to,

when everything was gone

and now it’s just scraps

for you to survive on.

white ceramic teacup with saucer
Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com

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