Starving Poet

I have pulled into myself digesting
Writing rewriting and waiting
I have never had more drafts
With less meat to show for it
I have hesitated so often lately
Wanting more guts to give you
I have been empty and hungry
Begging for bits of red belief
I have nothing of any substance
There is no satisfying this starvation
I have only this last bite of me
Wasted away scraps of words
I am only bones
              But you may have them



~ by April on May 5, 2015.

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