Hunger Poem by Holly Hollayy

Her home was gone
There was no shelter
Food was scarce

and

the

days

were

bitter

She looked up with those sad, empty eyes
Which were an ocean of the deep
A hole so wide nobody could ever crawl out
And a wanting for attention, the wanting so deep and true
That no one would ever turn away

I muster up my courage and
take the last loaf that would
satisfy my hunger and
give it to her

Her trembling hand almost snatches the bit of food
that might help her get
through the cold, harsh night

The night

One goes hungry, but the other is fed and happy

At least for a while