Starvation

Sat, 06/30/2018 - 19:09 -- a.joy

You can see the fading of my skin

My heart has never felt this thin

I do not do this for myself

But because I cannot see anything else

The leaves on the trees are stronger than me

For the air gives them much to eat

I slip away and turn gray, unseen

I become a ghost, only the ground hears my pleas. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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