The cracks cackle…
The canvas with spills of ink
Leaves trails of smears…
The mind thuds hard
To the discordant tunes of hard life…
With the burden of living near zilch

Life is hard
When the financial rhythm wobbles

When the ugly rage of hunger beckons
To an empty pocket

Life is hard when the landlord bellows to your depleting pocket

Your muse also fizzles to the whiff of the thankless moon at twilight…

Life is hard
When the rains
Drought-turns
And sunset spins to
Sunrise at dusk

Life is…