All of my cards
are maxed out,
just being
refused at the
supermarket checkout.
Cash flow has turned
to a trickle
and not for the
first time I find
myself in a pickle.
Fed up of trying to
look on the bright side
as clouds of darkness
build up on the inside.
Ashamed to ask
any one for a hand,
I feel like I am
drowning in quicksand.
The harder I try
to escape the more
I am suffocated
by red tape.
Where once I was
enthusiastic and alive
I am now apathetic
and without drive.
I don’t know what’s
going to happen next
when I open my door
to the bouncing cheques.
