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