my lost contentment

my lost contentment

to deny my lost contentment
would result in the resentment
of the eyes that shake the dead.
i devour what i'm fed.

rotten food that stinks of mould
is equivalent to cold,
misty mornings, when a dream
i interpret as a scream.

©LukaKorba

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