My Life Is So Hard

You are an arrow and I am a bird
God shot the arrow right into my heart!

Now I am wounded but you are a quack doctor
So you can’t give me the treatment that I look for.

Now money is the most important factor
But I am poor can’t afford a good doctor.

Still I bleed and it seems I will run out of blood
But there’s no one to help me my life is so hard.

poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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