Unseen Hardship Poem by Manonton Dalan

Unseen Hardship



inching my way up a hill
truck stop to give ride
she does it often; kind
i lift myself at the back
she knows where am going at
drop off curve beneath light

i wave my hand; happy heart
my stove is waiting for me
still have few blocks of wood
water i catch from rain; enough
my tv is broke, my roof leaks
nobody knows i live like these

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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