"Feed Me"

With So many options
Comes so many problems
Confusing but true
What do we do

Some we may lose
but when they touch ground
They realize the truth
and come back around

Everytime they leave
Another tear is shed
but all they really need
Is time to clear their head

A mind can't be alone
It needs to be fed
So we must Pick through the bones
To get to the bread

A "Tony" Poem

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1. heidi merk says:

   i like your poem. its deep. its the kind of poem that makes you think