Boulder of Shame (2025)

This boulder, tis my body,

a swollen piece of flesh,

a glutton in its own sick way,

a grotesque form of unrest.

This is what my body is:

a puddle of fat and mould,

wrapped tight around my spirit,

too ugly to be told.

Turn away, please, look away, 

how ugly, how vile I feel.

I am paying the price of my choices,

a hunger that refused to heal.

I indulged the gluttony of life,

just to feel something at night,

a repeat offence, a cruel disguise,

a cycle I cannot fight.

From seventy-two, to hundred, to one-twelve,

the numbers rise like shame.

I look like a bag of filth and failure,

and I’m the only one to blame.

I want to be free from this,

but it feels like pushing the boulder uphill,

and there’s no one beside to help me stand,

no one to share this will.

I will die alone, I know it well,

why would anyone love

a fat, worthless shell?