Lost words of nourishment


My words, lost

Not reaching

My mouth

Not in use

 

Stomach hungry

As though my throat was cut

No morsel

Or tender word

 

Nothing to nourish
Should I scribble rubbish

Worthless representation

Dregs of an after thought

Digest it with pain

Or wait

Through the hunger

 

Sustaining myself

On my lost words

Knowing they’ll come together

More than sure

 

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