I refuse it


I can smell it.

It makes my stomach

growl, yet churn.

My mouth begins to water, 

as I take in the scent.

I refuse it,

the urge to taste.

I have the strength.

I will reach my goal.

I long for a taste.

I refuse it.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741