hunger, like a spoiled child
kicks and screeches at my belly,
craving the bread of indulgence
although in dim reflections i recognize its folly,
the clouds ever re-envelop me,
and the hunger of the dying is debased.
© dan jones, 2001.
doberman pizza.
just another bahá'í blog.
deep …
*snaps*
The blog looks great, a heartfelt poem!
June