Nothing tastes as good as thin…

  

Flesh on bone

Too much

Flesh on bone

Train, train, train

Consume enough

Barely to sustain…

Life

But how much?

Is enough

When you’re tough…

Fat, sugar, carbs

Out

Scales shout

Their glee 

Mind over matter

Mind over matter

Easier day on day 

Obesity

Everywhere

Evokes nausea…

Yet determination

Tweak the intake

Adjust the output

Mirror smiles

A fading reflection 

Of mental strength

Or is it…

Mental breakdown?

©Blackheart, April 2016

Middle Ground

  

That middle ground

Essence of truth 

Absolute

Emotion, sentiment

Feeling, connection

Rendezvous of souls 

Source of strength

Comfort, contentment 

Is missing 

Somewhere

‘midst companionable 

Friendship 

And overwhelming passion

A black hole

Swallowed it

© Blackheart, March 2016