The torment has been unbearable
Piercing is the light and the 
darkness serves no comfort
My sweet tooth decays
For licorice isn't strong enough
I know I should be grateful
Morsels are better than starvation
But with everything worth fighting for their 
ends up a bitter lesson to swallow
Should I eat the miniscule rations?
Turning pale and sick to tire of what
I taste and perge you?
Should I pine away instead?
Turning pale and sick to prove I 
deserve you?
 

©Natalie N. Narine