Hunger & Shame
Can you spare a bite to eat?
My stomach twists, my hands shake,
the kind of hunger that gnaws deep,
leaving nothing but cold and ache.
I had a home, a job, a car,
stood proud with pockets full and fed,
but I married a dirty thief,
he left me starving here half dead.
He took the lot, my money too,
left me drowning in his crime,
now shame clings tight like winter frost,
as I beg for nickels, I beg for time.
No home, no coins to weigh my palm,
just hollow ribs and tired feet,
wandering streets where pity’s rare,
where shame and hunger always meet.
So if you can, just spare a bite,
not for thanks, nor debt to pay,
but so I might, for one more night,
keep the starving dark at bay.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
Great sharing on what you lived though and now others can survive as well.
Well-wrought! Especially smitten with the term "the starving dark". I've lived hungry and lean before and for similar reasons.
Fabulous 👏
Amazing poem! Absolutely amazing!
The plea at the end is especially moving, reminding us that kindness can be life saving. Beautifully written and deeply impactful.