Deep Thoughts: Sustenance

time deprives us of everything that in time we'll need. hope derails. speeding train echoed in its tragedy. turn over the tracks and explore the holes the spikes have made. every tomorrow is someone else's yesterday.

i tired to listen, but it's no longer the sedative it used to be. no xanax in those tumbling words. no morphine in that selfless facade.

just echoes of lives as they resonate against the stiff curtain of my apathy. the longer i live with the hunger the less hungry i feel.

i'll starve myself before i let them feed me.