State of being

My fridge looks like I'm livin' in poverty.
My mental says the same thing.

Empty thoughts below the line of happiness.
Empty pockets, below zero bank account.

This house has lost its home like feeling.
This heart has lost its love and peace.

Stripped of fresh vegetation, the fridge is empty.
Stripped of wholesome meditation, the mind is gone.

Unhealthy is a state of being.
Unhealthy living leads to death.

Shall poverty thrive?
Shall I die?