With anger in my heart overshadowed by hunger,
I grab at the tiny scrap thrown at my feet.
It feels good going down,
Mouthwatering,
And I take great pleasure in slowing down and absorbing every tiny bite.
For a while now I was able to resist.
I was focused.
I was sated.
Until the hunger grew feverish.
Until it kept me up at night remembering how the tiny morsel tasted.
I gave in tonight.
I know about the aftertaste though.
I know, but still I eat,
Like it was to be my last and only supper.
But I am falsely famished.
I am deceiving myself.
I am robbing myself.
And I pay the price.
After a few seconds of consuming, my stomach bows into itself.
My body lurches and my mouth waters.
On my hands and knees I vomit on the path under me.
My body trembles, the emptiness crashes through me and the tears start to flow.
How to stop this!
I have to stop this train wreck that's sure to happen.
So I tightly squeeze my eyes together,
Turn away,
And crawl to the other side.
Block it out.
Discipline is to be learned even if it kills me.
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Poems
PoetryPoems that I have written when inspriation hit, not really a poet but it helps when I need to relax or purge :)
