Waiting

I,
Need,
Family to help me,
Somehow find a privately-rented place to myself,
Which is on a ground floor,
And which accepts benefit payments to pay for the rent,
Which is actually impossible,
Because what I am describing is a bungalow,
And any landlord of a bungalow will NEVER except housing benefit to pay for rent,
So I’m back to square one;

Since it is my parents and older brother whom are responsible for,
Me being in this situation,
Me being homeless,
Most of the emotional trauma I’ve experienced,
Then I’m hoping they will listen to my request for help,
Because it seems an impossible task,
And this has drained me of all of my energy,
And motivation,
And it is about time,
They took responsibility for,
The mess that they’ve created;

This was the result of,
A huge amount of drama I created this evening,
(And I would do it again with no hesitation),
And conversations with,
Police,
Paramedics,
Accident & Emergency advisor I waited ages to see,
Then more waiting to get a lift home,
As they forgot about me,
Sitting in the room,
Waiting!
Round and round in circles,
Getting nowhere,
Waiting!

And I just hope,
I can get back to being myself,
And writing normally again,
Soon,

Because,
There are hard limits to optimism,
When you aren’t getting human support.

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