Your seeds were sown for others,

but I will take your crumbs –

vacuous, hollow,

I seek something, anything, to fill this cavernous pit.

One smile is feast, one glance food for thought

for filling full the months of famine.

Cursed I am, to desire your mite,

atomic particles of comfort worn thin,

scraps of bone and sinew to gnaw

against this insatiable hunger.

Dare I for true Bread,

whose fortunes fed on fickle?

Malnutrition mocks;

distended belly blunders on

in the shadow of the Manna…

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How often I have gorged myself on what will never satisfy, when the Bread of Heaven is readily available!