i miss your hunger.

a hunger like freedom

to eat your fantasy;

sustaining yourself with a mouthful of whims,

always wondering why the world

will not partake of this meal,

as you try to choke  it down stubborn throats

force feeding the multitude

a feast of your wildest dreams,

but now you are fat

and never come out to play.

you stay inside your house of fat contentment, pacified.

i miss your hungry spirit.


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One response to “hunger

  • Therese

    Love this very much! My favourite thus far… 😀 I could personally relate to it… It’s like the experience of a fresh young “love”, ever hungry for affection and attention but when thy hunger is already satisfied, the love begins to flicker and then only the coldness remains in the dark…

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