Now I Nibble

Where are my feet?
Once placed on solid ground.
Why am I now unsure of my steps?
When my eyes were directed,
To fresh places I found.

Why do I question,
My place in this World?
Where are those faces...
Once full with life,
I knew!

What has happened overnight,
When I once felt safe and secure...
My dreams and wishes,
Would stay fixed and motivated.
Strong with appetite!

Now I nibble...
When once accustomed to huge bites.
Now I nibble without a taste that delights.
Now I nibble just to keep my eyes,
From shutting tight!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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