The Hook

The Hook

A Poem by SLOVA

I've let go all but with the fingertips
I stay for the humor
and the notoriety
Because I'm being fed these scraps
of acknowledgement that don't satisfy me
for more than the moment I eat it
If I stay, these scraps will starve me
until there is nothing of me left
But a jittering need from hunder that wails
Only quietly when I am fed
But loudly the otherwise

© 2015 SLOVA


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I love this mysterious write
i feel like its about over eating
and not in a literal matter
but in a figure of speech
over consuming and over indulging
feel full but empty

love it

Posted 8 Years Ago



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