A POEM TITLED, NOTHING IS PERMANENT.

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A giver turned miser,
why? Situation
A philanthropist turned begger,
why? Situation

A table once filled with colourful goodies
Becomes a stool graced with cassava flakes
and German sticks,
why? Situation

A beautiful life filled with testimonies
reduced to a burden filled life
Pretty memories are now just
stories for my ears alone

Where have I gone wrong??
Life has shown me its ugly side
No condition they say is permanent,
But why is mine taking longer than ever?

I'm deeply wounded,
but can't be treated by any human
Cos the wound doesn't have a face
Why?
Why me?
I asked over and over again
Will my situation ever change?

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