I need food to fuel my inners,
Curb its grumbles
And just to feel a little better.
I'm almost all out
Like a doomed man
Left there hanging.
Lips to lips,
Parent and child together
Hand in hand.
All in whispers,
The glimpse that was given,
Meant a thousand words.
Touch to the skin,
The air that surrounds
Makes me feel no heat.
Guilty i should be,
To blame the bolt of negativity
That struck me so deep.
Lament at his actions,
Spending his time wishing
All can be washed clean.
The wilderness clan,
That direction hasn't been lost
Merely buried deep.
Then you are the one,
Seeking the presence of a body
To give you strength over the meek.
Full of chatter and smiles,
The seats by my side,
Lie empty and silent.
Or they got louder
Amplify the voices
From absent companions.
To a much lost craving
Of food that always seem
Much less deserving.
That it will give
Some chance of joy
And lighten off this feeling.
Though it help raised
My hunger
From the state of poverty.
Had i stopped listening
Like how i cease loving
The world i'm living.
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