You used to feed me
I thrived on your provisions
The loving cup once overflowed
And you kept it filled from your reserve
You showed me possibilities
My imagination ran wild
And I wanted you more than sustenance.
A feast for the mind
A banquet for contemplation
But now we’re both starving
Unable to feed ourselves
On the meager scraps left in our larder
Stop with the metaphors, you say…
But I’m having trouble plain speaking
All those pretty possibilties
Are lodged in my throat
And your indifference is choking me

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