Prisoner of an Abstained Zeal Some mumbled Lose the weight Lose the inches As for me it was as good as losing my significance Some said eat for your soul Be a free spirit And when I reached out to That little granule of sugar My mind, My body Were held captive I was held captive By a measuring tape Strangling my mouth and face How I wanted to turn a blind eye to it To justify this abstained zeal I believed to co-exist in Pretending my soul healed Yet I sulked into this paradox Of an unmeasured silence Weighing heavily on my heart & soul Each time I glanced at my waist It hit my core These fatty thighs or flabby arms Are nothing but pulpy pores I stood in front of the mirror Asking myself if I've longed to consume The lost flavours of joy I once embraced The tape stared right through me Asking me to feel accountable Accusing me Of how I've disgraced Of how I've dismissed it Although it was just a thought It was my fault For...