When There Is No Money Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

When there is no money
Close fingers evaporate like water
Into the steaming air

When there is no money
Loneliness floats and swells
The brain box
Of staggering mind

When there is no money
The silent night
Becomes cold, cold and cold as ice

When there is no money
Protruded stomach
With thin-like skin
Decorate shivering bodies

When there is no money
Love flies away
Distance appears
Life becomes
A merciful melting mirage