Just a taste.
I’m just here for milk.
But-
In a blink, I forget who I am.
Where I find myself going,
Top shelf poison,
to be freely taken.
The fall is so simple,
and to stand is so tiring.
Why should others have this relief,
when I am so starving.
I could be at peace,
my mind at rest.
All too easy,
to admit I have nothing left.
And then I’m back.
I’m just here for milk.