Poem -
Feasting on Leftovers
Look,
I am broken
come
now and feed
off
what they
have left of me ..
Spent
and likewise
discarded,
I hold nothing
but
the truth ..
Feel free to
serve
me up beside
a side dish
of your
own choosing
and
then lavishly
dressed
in contempt ..
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Hello Neville,
I think when all we are is taken or is wasted... that's when those scavengers come and feast on the rest of us as we're easy pickings firstly emotionally and then as time goes on it creeps into our physical too
enjoyed Lorna xx
Glad you could stop by for a few pecks .. xx
Hi Nev...long time no see...it's good to be again 'feasting' on your poetic insights
Great stuff x
Tis good to see you hungry again M xx