Rant-ish

This is not a poem. Just a statement.

I'm not free.

Still a slave.

Sometimes I want to die:
From the After Effects of divorce.

Perpetuating a generational curse being split from my seeds

Financial strain

Lack of Independence

Lack of freedom

The realization that as Shakespeare said
"all the world's a stage"

Awake since 2012

Being around people but alone.

Everyday seems to be a waiting game...