Friday, September 15, 2017

Famine

I am starving. 
No-
Rather,
I am starved.

Beyond empty
shrinking 
in capacity
as to
descend
and fill up
the enemy of space

I find no comfort
in empty promises 
of food
existing 
Somewhere
Out there
Waiting for me
in the world

Knowing I'll have food
Knowing I'll eat again
-someday
Doesn't soften today's pangs,
the screams,
All hollow and sad.
Like me.
Lonely and
Malnourished.



Sometimes I wonder
When the famine ends
If I will remember how to eat

at all.

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