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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jdubqca 
powerful poem.
thank you so much…love your work
There are various kinds of hunger. Although vague, you capture the reader’s want at the moment. Thank you for this poem. 🙂
So kind of you to comment on this piece – so glad you enjoyed. Thank you also for visiting and following. I’m looking forward to reading more of your work.