everyday I eat
breakfast lunch and dinner which
I take for granted

the amount of food
that goes to waste can feed
another family

I have my lovely
tiny home filled with love and
awesome connections

some have no homes to
live in some live on the streets
begging for money

poor countries lack lots
of nutrition  , but in my
house there's always food

as I shovel scrapes
into bin , I feel guilty
that someone's hungry

how easy it is
to take just the smallest things
for granted

yet all I can do
is write about it , yet do
nothing to help

all I have is my
pen my thoughts and my food
Yet I've changed nothing

I play both roles of us
Whilst lying back on my bed
I make believe you’re lying
within the sheets and the dreams in my head

A few moments and I am lost
In the vision of you and I
Then the ****** ends
Reality sets in
My loneliness returns to cry