Here's A Thought Poem by Cyrena Limage

Here's what i was thinking...
Here on my bed,
Pondering on a thought,
This time, not wondering- weither or not to be dead
But, why can't i be fed.
Fed with the love of someone else's touch
Getting fat from the yearning that teenager's love so much

Growing three thighs from the hands i have'nt felt
I can't even stand up to ask for help.
I see everyone around me is fit and healthy
Becasue their getting their natural dosage of chemistry tea.

You see, i'm becoming humongous from the lack of compassion
Which is converting my elements into an irrecognizable fashion
I ask the angels 'when will he kneel before me? '
Once again, they just look, but only see.


P.S.- I made this poem, once i woke up. so it's really just a thought. there are some experiences written in between the lines.