Eat My Sorrow
You dine upon my acceptance, aperitif to guilt
Prepare to gorge on hate and greed
Weight gaining confessions lovingly prepared
Sitting pretty waiting for you to feed
A slice of hurt, garnished with pain
Swilled down with a bottle of remorse
Don’t fill your belly, have to much
For this is just the first course
You have yet to sample my depression
Wrapped in slices of my broken heart
Dusted with age old tears
It’s recipe I cannot impart
So sit be merry, eat your fill
For there will be none tomorrow
Enjoy this feast of my life
Come; eat my sorrow.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2006
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