feed me

"feed me"

and I always do
always for the pleasure
when you thrive
within
so I can live without

I know when you are me

and as much I hate
you for recieving so much
attention

I miss you

existance you whisper
harshly
is a cost
to consume

About This Poem

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Esker

15 years ago

carriage return

for me thats what And feels like
I used to use the typewriter a lot and I miss the physical
action of it
nothing like articulation
like I like peoples minds in conversations
its just about the many inner selves
that exist and drive me
long ago I was split
driven into partitions
like a haunted hotel
many floors and many rooms

thanks for the comment