starvation

food for thought

Left in the cold with nothing to eat, 
considered myself running & playing by the side of the beach,
with sand between my feet,
but instead im outside in the dusty cold street,
asking for something to eat.

The bittersweet memories i see in front of me,
a treacherous treat that is left inside of me.
as i dive into the midst of reality,
i drown in its toxic, viral sea.

There's no sight of life, 
only a vision of the sea,
but further more a sight of filth, dirt, ugly,
maybe that's just the sight of me.

A struggle for just one shot at being at peace,
whether if its a shot to the head, 
or being shot down for the living to feast. 

Im dead inside,
i say to myself that this cannot be,
but why when i love,
my heart can no longer agree?

The past i lived led me to being this man,
left in the cold with nothing to eat,
now i consider being left alone,
with the past between my feet,
but instead im outside in the dusty cold street,
asking for something to eat.

Reviews

[kimpetersen13kp]

I really love your style o writing. Very inspirational I must say.