A Farewell to Discontentment.

I am full of discontentment

It seeps from my pores

It overflows like the coffee that was too sweet

And the cake batter that was too bitter

I am full of lowered expectations

That are too simple to be met

Like grey skies on every summer day

And teeth that cannot chew

And food that will never be swallowed

A gas tank perpetually empty

The refill station a fingerbreadth within reach

I am full of broken promises

That were but words blown away by the softest breeze

So when the nausea comes

I am not surprised

I bend over the cold earth and vomit at all up

I retch for month...... years

I purge my insides

Until I am as empty as a drum.