Pg poems

At times we have found ourselves gloomy about our lives  Depressed up to a point where we feel that there is no divinity. Everyday sleeping late at the mid nights and waking up at early at dawns Just to limit time required by poverty to destroy us before our spells arrive -  We fear sleep, for the more we do it, the poorer we become. Out hustling in the streets all day, Not all easy as we thought when we were schooling. Out here, life is our new instructor and teaches without breaks. Out here, every time we need to learn, while unlearning what we already learn t. Out here, no one is for anybody, only the sun and the moons care. Out here, the only friend who means everything is money,  But he is fake and unavailable. Out here we have to struggle, for the exams are in form of temptations, Not to be filled by theories on pieces of paper but with realities on unseen pieces of the heart. Out here, we are trying to make ends meet, but at the end up with destroying our beginning...