Cant Feed On What Is Gone
Sand storms one night
Blinded my sight
Blew me to a land
Where I ate from your hand
That was the beginning
Of the end
You were my lover but never my friend
Drinking from your well
Almost landed me in hell
Tasting your blood
Landed me in the mud
Feeding on turmoil
The ultimate distraction
Brought you such joy…satisfaction
Days turned to months
Then, it was years
All along you were digesting my tender young tears
But one day a wind transported me to some place new
My strength increased and my insight grew
Without my rivers you started to hide
Without my love you finally died.
By: Sabina Nicole
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