Lying in wait
Feeding on failures
Devouring disappointments
I can feel you in the pit of my stomach
Gathering strength
Swallowing sorrows
Digesting despair
Until you are too strong
Or, perhaps I too weak
You've outgrown your chains
& grown into your fangs
I have little to offer except my future.
And I know how hungry you must be...
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