poetry by j matthew waters

this hunger

my gut tells me there’s
something missing – a pain
that won’t go away

i make-believe
there’s food in the cupboard
and scurry to get out
the paper plates and plastic forks

while enjoying the meal
i pretend it is my final one
and pray this hunger
will finally pass

december two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “this hunger

  1. There are various kinds of hunger. Although vague, you capture the reader’s want at the moment. Thank you for this poem. 🙂

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