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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