water

with very little
one can enjoy much that’s free.
until it runs out.

the sky swallows me
into mediocrity.
life in shades of gray.

upon the frail bones
stands the wobbling dreams and hopes.
winds of malcontent.

i have bent your ear.
deafened you with misery.
you never recoiled.

a sunday morning.
a chance to begin anew.
just once in your life.

for simplicity
i feel the gnawing hunger
stuffed full yet hungry.