Numbers and Shadows

A letter arrives, sharp as a knife,

marked ‘FINAL NOTICE,’ the math of my life.

It slips through the door, heavy as stone,

a reminder of choices that I’ve come to own.

Each number a ghost, a debt in disguise,

whispers of burdens I struggle to size.

Once a small sum, now a mountain of weight,

growing with interest, it feeds on my fate.

I trace every figure, each line like a scar,

a budget of dreams, and they’re fading so far.

I’m trapped in this cycle, a dance with regret,

tangled in numbers, I wish to forget.