Malnourished
i've had a heaping helping of X-tra Hot rebuke
with some thick, spicy sarcasm on the side...
my idea of a pleasantly-flavored seasoning
is not a sour shake of the head
and i'm weary of impatient irritation for dessert
this diet is destroying not nourishing
my body weakly rages with want
and the angry pit of my stomach
can't see through the darkness but feels
the emptiness it needs filled.
i'm starving for a smile, a hug and some affection
who will invite me in for a feast of caring?
it's been ages since i've shared a meal of
hope and patience, with preservatives of
friendship and forgiveness keeping life fresh...
is the welcome mat at your door?
