I am having a hard time putting my thoughts down
The way they look on the page?
They are not happy thoughts, darkness abounds.
I start something and cannot finish it.
This is a hard time to be living
And I know there have been other hardtimes
But I grew up in the shelter between the oaks.
I am not used to this.
I feel like we have been betrayed by those
Who were suppose to be looking out for us.
I feel this as a loss.
A loss of trust.
Who do you look to when they are dismantling everything?
They are ruining my children’s lives. 
And it feels like they have no vision
And dont know what they are doing.