Hunger Poem by Martin Greyford

Tt's a long distance from
My place to school
Just like the school motto states
"A narrow path, the way to success"
It's really a narrow and long path for sure.

Knocked off from school the other day
Very tired and very hungry.
I trodded the long distance alone.
My friend left already.
It was half past two in the afternoon.

The sun was really angry
The way it was hitting me on the head.
The journey was really tiresome
Walking alone among the tall trees
In the newly built tarred road.

I reached home late
An hour and some minutes journey
Finally completed by a leap of one step at a time.
At home, tried to find some food
But found none.

Searched all the pots and plates
But no food was left for me.
My stomach started complaining
By throwing punches at me.
Crying loudly and horribly that it need to be fed.

I got hold of the pots
The cooking stick fell down.
I hit the pot on the sink
Maybe I can be relieved of the hunger
And that he can tell me who ate my food.

I reached for the cooking stick
But the spoon fell down
To stop us from fighting.
I told him appreciate the spoon
Otherwise you would have been broken into pieces.

The hunger was so intense
That I even saw an enemy in my own homework.
Sat on the couch
Thinking of what I'll feed
My rumbling stomach.