Wake Up Kitty

Changed I am. Once I was. Now I only am. Just pain day and night. My life is at it's end. What do I tell my children? No life left over, just fighting pain. Painkillers, cannabis, alcohol, prednisone, prayers don't help me. Doctors do not interest, depression, death came over me. I'm now waiting and hope for tDeath soon embracing me. The poem above is called an e.d.i.t. (edit). It counts 55 words. As you can see each line has one word more. This poem.is dedicated to my children. To those reading this for real: I hope you will never need to suffer the way I do, never feel tje pain I feel.

Oh, please come and join #Steemit, they said, you are a great writer. So I did at March 2018. What did bring Steemit me till so far?  Nothing!  That might sound weird, but it is true. I am a #mobileblogger, do write a lot, but people are no longer interested in reading. They do not read books, do not read short stories, they mainly watch pictures and even about that I have big doubts. I dis join some #discord groups. There was hardly contact with other Steemians. Always the same 3-5 people chatting. You could post your content, but it did not bring me more views. I was not able to join live chats or readings or lessons or... so I quit with discord also because it became harder to login. Those who did ask me to come and join left. This means I am on my own now. I also never made friends over here. It is impossible if you have a hard time to: login, post, reply, etc. and if you get no replies yourself. I hoped it was easier t...

Do not fear, don't be scared. It was there from the moment on you were born. It is the only thing you can count on! The Death was once famous in story tales all over the world. In earlier times we felt fine with the next life-level. Now we try to forget about the Death asap. For years it was there, waiting at my bed patiently. No fear, just positive fibes, feelings of peace, trust, knowing I am safe. This poem is an "eleven" (11 words to say..).

I joined a poetry contest at weku. I just found out about it and gave it a chance. The whole idea is to write a poem and keep writing (daily so 365 a year). This time there was a picture showed you had to write a poem about. I choose to write an "eleven" (in Dutch: Elf). This poem only counts 11 words, so you need to pick out the right words with care. 365 days of poetry challenge Commitment. Long road. It will end. No way to turn. Endless.

Crashed? Damned thing! An exploit within? Doing again an other scan, using the next viruskiller then. An exploit takes advantage of me, a big crime and scam it is, really! I do  NOT  pay ransom is that clear! To exploit others makes you feel complete? I dont pay, but... delete! My entree for the #fiftywordsfriday #writingcontest at #weku If you like to join have a look here .

If it comes to my present income I do belong to the lower class. I choose to work less as the 60-80 hours a week I did. After 20 years of a big lack of sleep (only 2-3 hours a night or none at all) it was a good decision to change those hours for just 24 hours a we ek. Before I did so I calculated what I did need for a minimum to keep me and my kids alive. For sure is that working a lot does not only generate extra income but also a mountain of extra bills. I have a place to live, I do not live in a dump. I take good care of my stuff so it does last long. We have our daily meals ans some extras. There is room for presents and we can go out for dinner or... about once a month. We even have pets. I have all the necessary insurances (health, funeral, liability insurance, car, etc). What I do NOT have i s: - unpayed bills - debts - loans Money, savings, does make feel people saver and it has been proved they are more happy. Money does not stink at all! It rules the world, ...