Starvation of mind
in pitiless lectures of
what life should be
Should be… a ringing in my
throbbing ears that has
haunted the halls of lost
opportunity, lost.
Lost whom?
Not me.
I am starved already
of what I used to gorge
down with a hollowness
never to be filled, or
admired over.
A glut of knowledge,
mushed into my dry brain
and is saw dust for the fill.
