Give us this day
Our daily bread
Don’t have to worry
I’m already well fed
See it on my frame
Clear as day
I consume to feel love
Purge to push it away
Such negligence
Starving souls
Wish I could help them
But the ignorance lulls
Hopeless abandon
That’s how it was
Clarity beckons
Then pulls out the rug
Can’t be what’s expected
This is my plight
Finding what works
To fill my appetite
I tried to tell you
I’m not a glutton of choice
Food was my comfort
Its pain was my voice
It’s a rough breakup
Feeling “just right”
Leading by example
My chest gets tight
Can’t be what’s expected
It doesn’t feel real
Out of touch and reach
I’ll swallow my pill
Very smooth writing. Enjoyed
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