Insatiable hunger.
Unfinished thoughts lurk.
The food I found, is full of folly.
For I moment, I eat it, and I feel almost-jolly
but the hunger rises like a sunrise, far too soon,
so then, I become as a squirmy squirrel,
chasing my own tail.
The seconds mock and talk.
Do sadness and hunger hold hands?
Do they mope and cope along the beaten footpath?
The hunger isn’t in my stomach at all,
it’s in my heart instead.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (4)
I like the slow burn. I especially like how you described the hunger as like the sunrise. It really does feel that way, and this is a unique and accurate representation of the feeling of it. Sadness and hunger. Hmm, maybe they do hold hands. I like how you personified them and how you put them on a beaten path. The fact that the hunger wasn't in your stomach, and instead, in your heart brought your poem to a very memorable ending. I loved it 🤗❤️
So very relatable indeed. I try to eat everything salad-like first before I end up eating everything not nailed down...
I like how you described hunger like a sunrise. ☀️🐿️ Also, hello 2am Ice cream sandwiches. The feeling is real here too.
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