The pie

ten pieces
divided loliness
I wasn't there
nor after
alive, just the body
I eat monotony

There was
sadness
no
sweetness
or
a feeling, the pie
stuffed
of
what I couldn't
what I wasn't

There was
more
sadness
a drop of
bitterness
into love
on a dish
what bystreet you cross?
the life cross,
reversing
what you're
waiting