Dilemma 11

Even if they cannot
evict me from my home
on this struggling planet
she may die from his
money & debt-addicted,
toxic waste syndrome
when as the troubles seethe
my elderly brain is sleepless
mulling his obsessive history
and laboring over these lines
it often forgets to breathe
though she soon reminds me:
inhale deeply and take it easy.

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