Half A Man
Why am I made to feel,
like half a man?
Because of my disabilities,
unable to do what I
no longer can?
My government has made,
a pauper of me.
for the insurance i paid,
there is nothing to see.
My dignity broken,
nothing left in my life.
Can't even pay for,
the care of my wife.
From paying my bills,
to becoming their slave.
Can't even afford it,
if I went to my grave.
Why has my government,
who I used to trust.
forgotten me and casually,
pushed me aside,
like a speck of dust?
Left to begging,
from those i don't know.
For money to get me,
where i need to go.
The price of everything,
has gone so high.
From the cost of heat,
to the medications I buy.
I have been broken down,
until what you see is left.
Like a Knife to my heart,
the wound is cleft.
Half a man,
of what used to be.
Standing before all of you,
and yet your eyes don't see.
May God forgive you,
Cause i don't know if I can.
For because of your lack of
compassion,
I am left,
Half a Man.
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