Up and Away

The room is silent,
My friends are asleep
Down the drain, I see the food go
Just in time for the guilt inside to grow
I just threw up and away the food
The food, that millions can’t get
I tread slowly to my bed
Weak in both mind and body 
A jubilant turmoil keeps me up, until six
Every part of me tired, with sorrow and regret
Except for that small twisted part that smirks
As I start for work, 
Not to pay for the food that I eat,
But vomit at three, every night.
How can something make you glad and sad at the same time?
Why do I do this thing that I do?
Well, I am messed up enough
To purge myself, just to write my dirge.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Agustin Avatar
July 17, 2024 at 8:38 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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