Starvation

Sometimes it feels different,

it lingers, this vice,

unable to fit in any disguise

or to seem content.

It can never go low

or find another war to appease,

except letting me know

how much it can feel like a disease

with its clear sign

that even if I play blind

I alone, am not always enough -

my hand cannot always feed this mouth,

and it cannot always buy my bluff.

22/07/2023