Is This Dessert?
I sit at the table of life and I sup
my liquid despair overflowing my cup
the steaming hot meal placed before me by fate
but I can't consume more there's enough on my plate.
From the time that I got here I've eaten my fill
so much so now that I'm constantly ill
but the meals keep on coming from where I don't know
ingredients maybe what I've reaped and now sow?
The chef cooks them up and they're served with a smile
slowly they siphon what makes me worthwhile
but nourishment isn't the thing they provide
my spirit and faith these meals try to divide.
Another new course ready for my consumption
as I scream "I've had enough!" with compunction
must be deaf ears where my cries have befallen
for with every new bite the taste more appalling
This new meal that's made, as if I needed more
has a name, and I've seen it, and what's now in store
but I'll pray that this new dish is not served to me
I'm lacking the strength to fight diabetes!
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Hey, my friend
I have 2 close friends I work with who are diabetics. And diabetes runs in my family, so I understand where you're coming from.
Stay strong, my friend. And don't let the depression get you down. Overcome it! Your mind is strong - with a healthy mind, you have a healthy body, as I've heard from my doctor. Just passing along some good advice that's worked for me.
Fine writing!BRAVO
Thanks for this and i think you should be making rap songs as you are a better patter merchant than some of these so adored c..rappers.lol(i loke most rap as i see rap as the new modern poetry.more power to your pen.