Is this all?
My hands feel empty
Holding on, in a spirit of duty
To nothing but your sense of pity
It looks to have
But not enough to save
Compared to what I gave
It's something for my palate
Only wish it could suffice my plate
But, maybe, gluttony isn't my forte
Is this all?
The texture of requital feels small
—that's all.
© Ommie
Holding on, in a spirit of duty
To nothing but your sense of pity
It looks to have
But not enough to save
Compared to what I gave
It's something for my palate
Only wish it could suffice my plate
But, maybe, gluttony isn't my forte
Is this all?
The texture of requital feels small
—that's all.
© Ommie