Never satiated
Forever exhausted
Swan song on repeat
Piles of silver trays
And spoons too
Trembling hands
Feed me
Millions of people would ****
To occupy the space that I take
The blessings left unnoticed
My struggles never severe
Never satiated
Chronically dissatisfied
Sulking in circles
Dry tear ducts
Feigning my smiles
Bleeding my poems
Waiting
This is not related to drugs, or substance abuse.