Food

Food
A nightmare
A prayer
Whatever!!  I don’t care…

I sit alone, writing as I think
Why these words come out while I don’t blink.

Yet I feel it easing the pain, to let flow this great jumble from my brain.
To create this separate world. A world from the inside.
I know, no longer can it hide.

The hurt and pain grows everyday
I feel I want to slip away.
The things inside will never change.
The huge dark clouds draw me in, deeper and deeper,
From where I can’t be saved.
I am sure I see the reaper.

Shall I fight, or crumble
I do not know.
My stomach rumbles and I can’t go on.

Dawn Chapman. May 2001