This is A Poem I wrote About How I Felt My Life Was Going; Maybe You Can Relate. Explain if it relates or affects you in your life.
Suddenly, I yawn, yearning to settle like the sun.
Onc again, falling into piles of pillows made of down and softly woven blankets of fleece.
My body now submits itself to the superior being housed within.
As if by majic, the all-powerful mind takes full control,
to exaggerate it's existence, beyond the wakeful soul.
And to the pictures which express the future life of my being.
Though vaguely familiar, I know I've been here before.
Quietly, I stand, eyeing the old woman huddled in a corner. Her surroundings lacking conveiences or comforts;
Just the evidence of a tiny, four-walled, box-like space envelopes her.
She appears cold, scared and hungry while groveling around the floor;
fighting morsel for morsel, to steal the scattered crumbs away from the already, belly-fat and selfish mice.
Until,Alas, the battle ends.
The woman lost.
The crumbs are gone.
The mice, already strong from the previously stolen morsels, were even better prepared to challenge the old woman over the only available food that she knows.
When next they meet, there are no crumbs, only the sad remains of an old woman who once struggled to steal the food from the already belly-fat and selfish mice.
Her body was lifeless, stiff from death.
The floor was bare, no food for the mice, or the old woman who once existed there.
The mice, quickly scamper out of the musty room of stench, and into another.
To prey, once again, on another undernourished old woman.
Too weak to win a battle against the crumb-stelly, belly-fat and selfish mice.
And she too, will eventually die.
The crumb-stealing, belly-fat, and selfish mice, once again, win.
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