I am hungry like you are.
I long for food, for love, for comfort and happiness.
Natural desires to not be shamed by-
To relate by.
My stomach is empty, as are my pockets.
My heart is slow, like my wounds that are mending.
Warmth feels long gone, along with my home.
I am starving.
Yet in all my days with little meals and endless delays,
Somehow just the crave alone doesn't earn me a loan.
That nagging won't leave, though.
The need for more to life than dough.
My head aches like the tooth that can't chew,
My hands about as useless as that tooth.
Time took away all that I had,
My life,
My love,
From fine to bad.
I'm ravenous.
My hands now reaching up like slowly dying roses,
My mouth dry like the well I'd put my faith in.
My body as tired as my tries to live a good life.
My only tools being a fork and a knife,
But no plate to put too much on.
I am hungry like you are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm, cool. Could be better though