I am a cracker
I am bland, plain, and tasteless
When crushed into powder I am but a grain
Blown by the wind, with no value
Void of nutrition and sustenance
My only purpose is to fill your gut
Not with vitamins nor water
But with useless fiber
I am but a grain of this cracker
Not worth any real meaning alone
You'll snack apon me for a bit
But when you need something real
You'll find something better
Some fruit, a vegetable perhaps
Anything better than I
For anything is better than a cracker
YOU ARE READING
Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
