There will never be enough
Of everything
Our hunger is ceaseless
Voracious.
Selfish.
Organisms.
Always
In search of things
To fill
Our stomachs.
Our minds.
Our hearts.
Always
Chewing on empty calories
Following another puppet
Falling for empty promises
There will never be enough.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
