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Porridge
I remember those mornings with
A warm bowl of porridge
The soft, sweet oats
Warmed my tongue
Sweetened my soul
Oozed down my throat
Filled my stomach.
Now, that saccharine scent
Just makes me bitter
The deceptive oats
Torment my tongue
Muddy my soul
Claw at the walls
Of my throat and stomach.
A warm bowl of porridge
The soft, sweet oats
Warmed my tongue
Sweetened my soul
Oozed down my throat
Filled my stomach.
Now, that saccharine scent
Just makes me bitter
The deceptive oats
Torment my tongue
Muddy my soul
Claw at the walls
Of my throat and stomach.
Published 4th Feb 2020
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6th Feb 2020 12:16pm
Wow... This really put it into perspective. The psychological loss of interest in food associated with an eating disorder explained in a creative and relatable fashion. Excellent job. Pretty much when food and eating is no longer associated in the mind with comfort and sustenance... You begin to view the food as harming you, so you lose interest in it.
I'm very interested in the human mind, and it helped me to understand a little better what it's like. You should check out my poem, Hunger Strikes. My scientific view of hunger, so to speak. Hormones and nerves control many things, along with our emotions. Psychological disorders are often linked to chemical imbalances in the brains natural chemistry. There are literally 'hunger hormones'!
I'm very interested in the human mind, and it helped me to understand a little better what it's like. You should check out my poem, Hunger Strikes. My scientific view of hunger, so to speak. Hormones and nerves control many things, along with our emotions. Psychological disorders are often linked to chemical imbalances in the brains natural chemistry. There are literally 'hunger hormones'!
