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Your heart is starved
I can see the hunger in your eyes
I can feel it even when they are closed
Desperate for connection,
you wander the world
like an exhausted passenger
seeking a seat on a full train
You search for the scent of kindness
underneath shuffling newspapers and coffee cups
and wonder why
everything you plant
dies
You thought you were surrounded
by fertile ground,
but when you dig,
layer by layer you find clay and sand,
while the verdancy taunts you
from just over the fence
or around the next turn
Sometimes
you want to yield to the emptiness,
surrender to the isolation
and let your appetites
dissipate
like a drop of ink
in the ocean.
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| Ponytail by Last Exit |
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Hungry Eyes, Haunted Hearts
