Distance Only Makes The Heart Grow Hungrier

Another day passes by.
Another attempt at food remains unrequited.
Why do I even bother?
I should have learned from the past.
I am but a statue, impervious to feast.
This punctured tummy is mine,
Becomes a handful of rice.
Rice. Porridge will now wilt away,
Wilted. Along with these food 
That became teochew porridge.
A final exit becomes clear, I am self destructive. 
A product of this solitude, I am riddled with knife
One simple wish now dies.
Was my request so great?
One simple wish now dies.
Once again I drown in its denial.
Was it so complicated?
Once again. I've been spit upon.
Taken with a grain of salt, my life is.

The End

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