Hungry Emotions
10/06/2019
The cold juice
It flows through my hands
Attempts to clean up but it is no use
It stains the land of sand
But we still go on
We continue to eat
Wishing more could spawn
But hungry, we consume.
Without a care we do not stop.
Eating away into a dark room,
It continues non-stop.
When I grasp nothing but air
I realize there is nothing but me and despair.
Copyright © Jeff Tam | Year Posted 2019
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