famine
happiness comes in such small portions
nowadays, i finished it and i am still hungry,
just waiting for my next share to still my appetite,
and i asked, how did you do it? and one said,
when i was alive, one serving would satisfy me
until the next round, none of that hunger
you describe. and one said, what do you mean,
finish it? i never ever finished a serving
before getting the next, i died with
my belly
full and i was buried with the leftovers.
it was the most beautiful thing i'd ever heard.
one asked, what do you think? does it depend on
the amount you get or the size of
your stomach?
YOU ARE READING
until I'm empty: short poems
PoésieOriginal short poems. Just for fun, not to be taken too seriously. Criticism is welcome.
