I held her
in my arms
limp.
The gleam
in her
eyes…
her chocolate
brown
eyes
was gone.
She was
not small
but seemed so
puny
now in
my arms.
Before
I was in her
hands.
They say
you should
not
bite
a hand
that
provides you
with food, but
what if all
you had
was crumbs,
so
you nibble
on the finger-
tips,
of this
‘feeding’
hand.
There was
always enough
to get by
after that,
but
never enough
to quench
your thirst.
No one
could have
understood.
No one
understands
now. Because
they feast, and
they are
drunk.
They’ve only known
too much
never
not enough.