The Hunger

A man praying for an end to his starvation

To admire thee,

Hollow glass and barren plate,

Is to be cursed at the seed of desire, perhaps...

To be a selfish beggar, unnourished,

Yet healthily ready for mortality's end,

Is to submit by the mount of despair, perhaps...

Departed by my own hunger,

Famine is about, and thunderous within.

In this wasteland there is no rainfall...

None but a mist and dew,

None but a drop or two.

I am covetous, but rightly so,

Bound by a manifesting anguish.

Oh grief, put me at a hush, 

I beg thee on hand and knee,

Deliver me!

Doing so in a haste,

Or perhaps even in thy distaste...

Nourish this dying flesh.

Reviews

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that's me right there on a saturday morning :P but this man was suffering! wow this made my hunger look like i was just asking this man was begging!