I don't let myself eat
So I feed on my emotions
Swallow the feelings to fill me up
I crave the world on my tongue
But I won't let me be fed
So I lick it off the knives
Cut my tongue twice
Still I go back wanting more
I eat up my words, that was never heard
I devour my guilt and grief
The flavours of absurdity
Like I had been starved
Absorbing the last bit of granules
Of the ragged life that I abhor
I eat up the feelings like a predator.
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PoetryFeelings and reminders of the past. Longing to find the answers which are never found.
