2530

Sipping sustenance
on an empty belly
a hole in my gut
and it escapes.
Too much to hold in
not enough to sate
I guess in the end
hunger waits.
I’m sad
but I’m happy
and overwhelmed
by everything I make

It’s scary to think that I
might be better suited to be than whine

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About Michael Robinson

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.
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