This Is No World For Me

This Is No World For Me

This is no world for me

I starve

for the only nourishment available

is loneliness

It bloats my stomach

and causes my brain to offer me migraines

in place of creative thought

My wallet shrivels

its contents vomited out in an attempt

to stave of the desperation

of a failing life

I rely on written parchment

words of friendship delivered by a stranger

to stoke the fire of hope in me

although its light is black

and its heat has long been cold

Another failure about to happen

How long can I hold back this world

from devouring me

Another morsel to be swallowed whole

and digested without thought

as to what it might have been

had it been given the chance to grow

in its new soil

January 1, 1993

Tressa Lee Breen