F

I thought 

it would have stopped

the hunger that is

but it hasn’t 

not even after writing

all these pointless poems

I thought

the words would

find a way to wash

over me

I thought 

their wisdom would 

replace my foolishness 

but

no

I thought 

I would be more than

this

I thought 

I would be worth more

than

this

but no

The words are yelling 

at me now

It’s nine o’clock

and I’ve slept through my alarms 
– 

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