It Rained Hunger All Day Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

The echoes of hunger last longer than a day
And like the rain emptiness is felt long into next week
leaving a yearning so simple it cannot be easily found

to those who look from outside to this dismay
they cannot find reason
they fail to see even when the hunger is set free

Esteem of self too fragile to achieve
too Stubborn to leave
and words taste no better than a rotting plate of beans

while poets find magic in tomorrow's sun
the hungry only see a wall of indifference
so thick there is no light left to see

some men try to conquer their
demons through others making words shallow
worth only as much as next week's sack of molding flour

Hunger deteriorates promise
faster than a liberal's halo
falling on tone deaf efforts that feel like wet clay

Can answers be found under a rain-soaked tent
winkled like old sacks thrown into a dumpster
or a pile of used hope

What can build a roadway
from this endless cycle
of despair

Would it help not to be
wrapped around self-serving dreams
or useless desires

To show true sympathy
without judgement?
Remembering an ounce of listening is worth a pound of helpfulness

ES Donald