The Giver

You never disappoint
Giving with one hand
Then scooping around 
To grab back with the other
Always taking away more.
What a record -
Track marks cover my body
Like a collapsed labyrinth 
Tracing paths from injection points 
To emptied chambers.
When you hunger, you smile
Stretch out your hands 
And I shrink away
But your reach is long,
You give again
Then drain me to ash.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace