naked i stand
on digital scales
looking for judgement
hoping that laughter
lightness of heart
will counter weight
the too many years
of too many dinners
and just desserts
heavy despair
holds me down
numbers flicker
climbing higher
still soaring
by electronic glare
i read the verdict
then sag condemned
with evidence
irrefutable
that gravity
again must win
i tried
your honour
i really did
i know what
you think
honestly
those empty
take away
containers
are not mine
as the jiggle
in my thighs
scream aloud
it’s a lie
i have no memory
of being satiated.
I hear this pain well, but I also appreciate the bits of humour. If we are ever satiated, are we even still alive?
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As someone much more eloquent with words wrote it “And constant craving
Has always been…”
Thank you!
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