One Foot In The Grave

A poem about an eating disease, anorexia.

 

One Foot In The Grave

I’m a dusty bag of bones,

Who’s hollow and alone,

Where ever I roam

My stomach groans.

 

A skeleton is my clone,

And I think like a drone,

Because no nutrients

Can be at home in me.

 

For when I’m alone,

I toss them up as

Fast as I can get

To the throne.

 

Life is barely here for me,

I’ll never measure up in my

Mind’s eye, because the

Mirror lies to me,

It makes me look fat.

 

Death is moaning in my ear,

It’s cold pointy fingernail is near,

poking deep into my flat chest.

My open dirt grave I see

In my dreams, but I can’t

Stop myself from throwing up.

 

I can’t give up my desire

To look picture perfect.

I’m screwed if I chew too much,

I can’t escape my lewd disease.

I’m wasting away

With one foot in the grave

Because I’m not

Brave enough to eat.

 

 

 

Author's Note

I don't have this disease, but my hall mate and good friend in college had this disease. I had a urinary tract infection and was in the bathroom a lot. I kept hearing her throw-up all of the time. I was so worried about her after I knew.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

It seems like an awful thing to have to deal with and try to recover from. It seems like a very lonely condition to suffer. Very painful, lonely, awful, I can't even imagine. You did a great job writing about it.

[Coyote Poetry]

To fear gaining weight and not eating would be scary place to be. I know many who desire for perfection left them empty. You wrote a strong poem making the story seem real. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Wicahpi]

I can't imagine such a thing, though I know its an affliction that
so many young girls have. I had to throw up, so it's not for me!
I cry like a big baby hahaha Nice, though sad, writing. I think
you did a good job relaying what you wished to!!