Bait

Too much sleep,
not enough food,
stomach growls like a beast,
lack of appetite,
bad mood.

Dirty laundry,
a couple of coins to my name,
I write these words on the window;
call it pain.

No sun,
thunder clouds and lightening strikes,
haunted with memories
of what love used to feel like.

The man I am now
has drunk the wrong potion.
I’m tired of treading water,
too long lost in this endless ocean.

I once saw a beautiful fish
being devoured by a ravenous shark,
and here I am,
still starving in the hungry dark.