"Lost Appetite"

 

 

     "Lost Appetite"

 

Born empty, idle...ineffectual...and vain.

Longing to harm, dishonor...hurt and maim.

No honest craving, aspiration...or wish;

Nor appetite...to satisy...what life had missed.

 

A failure to yield, to allow, or give way;

No acquiescence...to permit ...nor to pay.

Fervor, passion, eagerness and ardor...all gone.

Lost enthusiasm...no intense fire...to go on.

 

No title or name, reputation, label...nor fame;

Narrow minded, fanatic...cramped and lame.

Nothing original, inbred...inherited or inborn;

Just unimaginable...disobedient...full of evil and scorn.

 

An offensive being...malicious... and mean,

Uncovered, unclad...simple, naked...and unseen.

No frank sophistication...or natural...simplicity;

One left to wonder...filled with awe,,,and curiosity.

 

Just a simple person...with naught as a goal;

That life overcame...to claim...his soul.

 

  Valentine

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well cracking that whip when needs be is something you do not shy away from darling, well done, good read.

[R Smith]

harsh words Kathie, its hard to see if your aiming at a person or group in particular, i don't know why but my mind turned to the average terrorist but then that's my thing probably, i'm sure its not a self examination no one could ever agree with that, you're far to good a person and a great poet, so maybe its poetic license but a pleasure to read, stunning work :)

[SmittyJas]

Wonder of words ever written lots of meaning of love and understanding. Nothing is lacking its got its on credibility a well read poet has written another good write. Enjoyed the reading learning and insight.

[Anita B Jacques]

One word came to mind while I was reading your poem, INVISIBLE, a lack of attention or neglect, crying for help. We all struggle to live a productive live, your poem as I understand it, is a lack of. A great write as usual.
Hugs

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The Spirit always moves in one direction. Have you ever noticed that? You have written the path here and I wrote the end of the path in a poem entitled Nothing Left to Say. Every member in the body serves a different purpose but yet, they all work together as the Spirit moves in one direction. I am never surprised by the fact, but always in awe of its beauty and Singular focus. I can't say, "I liked this". I do admire the writing though. I don't even "like" my poem, it is a thing of sadness and pain. But I understand both of the pieces as revelations of something beyond our individual understanding. "The Lord moves in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform."

[KisuKimmi]

I like it ^.^

[Henry]

That was a really original way of writing it, I really enjoyed it.