There is death around the corner,
Frighteningly, it is my death.
There is no easy way to face up to this,
The plain fact, is I am about to die.
I am two steps away from destitution.
In this sixty second year of existence
I face my finality.
And I do not know what to do.
I will Firstly become homeless.
Housing benefit is no longer available.
Forty for years of contributions
But I am unable to keep my home.
I will have no where to keep my stuff.
I will leave my life behind
In my repossessed home.
I feel abandoned by my representative.
My illnesses will kill me.
Heart cease or depression
I don’t anymore.
(C) 2018 Christopher Thompson