ground it in to the dust,
day by day you eroded it
left it at the roadside, dead.
You saw my soul and ground it down,
until withered, spent it lay
nothing more it had
yet take you did,
my all not enough for you
your appetite unmet.
At last the loss I stopped.
my essence, hemorrhaged,
broken and blamed,
I walked, saving the embers
and yet the 'unfed' comes,
again, to dine,
trying to bite at each turn,
the feast denied.
