There is a hunger,
That builds up inside.
Whenever you are near,
I know i can't reside.
I pick up the knife,
And consider the choice.
The path that i take,
Follows the voice.
My meal to the front,
And your to the back.
What do i do?
I can't stay on track!
Knowledge is a gift,
But hunger is a curse.
For all i know,
This is my last verse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this is really a great poem!