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Hunger
0 ReviewsThis is about feeling as though your voice has been taken from you. I actually had laryngitis when I wrote it but a comment by a family member was the real inspiration.
She says:
"If you can't take it, don't dish it out!"
So, I retire my smooth silver tongue
and replace it with the silence of frustration.
the hunger grows.
desire fades to greed and
love becomes a litany of contempt
and the hunger grows.
Empty
I reach for the cleaver
and carelessly
slice away my pound of flesh.
September 1993
"If you can't take it, don't dish it out!"
So, I retire my smooth silver tongue
and replace it with the silence of frustration.
the hunger grows.
desire fades to greed and
love becomes a litany of contempt
and the hunger grows.
Empty
I reach for the cleaver
and carelessly
slice away my pound of flesh.
September 1993
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