Out of work, Not much of a future
My life seems to be for the birds
Got no specials skills, life’s in the sewer
The only thing I can do is “words”
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There ain't nothing wrong, with the words of a Man - Whose heart, he doth pour out in Rhyme, It lifts up his Soul, the best way it can, 'cos The written word - it works, every time. He can write all his sorrows, and happiness too... and No-one, will know who he be.... For I promise, that each written word that you write, Will remain, a safe secret, with me. : -) I like the Poem you wrote very much, and I am sure it relates to many a silent heart!
... and you certainly do words well.