Hunger

Hunger

A Poem by chrysantheranium
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Jan 25 Prompt: Overexcited Dogs

"
.
Every day
Begins the same.
.
You awaken to
The clanking of metal chains,
Your tattered thoughts for brains
Heavy-weighing
Behind your eyelids
.
For last night,
It took you hours to shake
Away the pain from
The alarming events of the day
.
And yet, despite this horror
Despite your insomnia
.
Every day
Begins the same.
.
The howling of the hounds outside
Beckon you to wipe the dreams
From your eyes,
Beckon you through screams
.
Their skin is dark
And sticky like tar,
Sloughing off like slop
In troughs,
.
Pigpen-style
Barren minds, mouths fizzing,
Eyes dizzy
Yellow teeth flashing in the sunlight
.
They meet your gaze
In the morning haze,
And you are painfully reminded that
.
Every day
Begins the same.
.
.
You prop yourself against
These metal gates,
They keep you trapped, yes,
But they keep you safe
.
You throw out handfuls
Of flesh and meat,
Take your seat,
And the fighting begins, the howls grow loud
As you once again feed the hungry crowd
.
.
They step on each other
Like rocks in the water,
Claws tearing, teeth shearing
Tooth snarling, hearts fearing
That maybe if they
Do not feed just this instant,
They'll never taste
The light of day again
.
And through the metal jagged cage,
You see these hounds consumed by rage
As they consume the very thing they seek:
The thrill of the kill, not the taste of the meat
.
And soon you'll grow tired,
Head to bed in shame
Your energy spent heavily,
But still spent in vain
And you'll remember what
The night always says:
.
Every day
Begins the same.

© 2021 chrysantheranium


Author's Note

chrysantheranium
Ignore basic grammatical errors when giving critiques, please - I'm aware of the rules I'm breaking, but I feel restricted when following these rules. Due to my mental health and since I have such a hard time getting my thoughts across, I'd rather break a few rules than be grammatically "perfect." Just let me write for the fun of it and so I can cope with my experiences - it's not that deep.

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I love this poem!!!! My great-grandfather owns a bunch of dogs that scream and bark and raise hell 24/7. And they're my neighbors so... when you hear the constant barking, you learn to tune it out, but I love the poem: even though you do and go through so many things a day...every day, begins the same. I loved the repetition of that, I felt more inclined to the poem each time.

100/100

Nix 😊

Posted 6 Months Ago


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I love this poem!!!! My great-grandfather owns a bunch of dogs that scream and bark and raise hell 24/7. And they're my neighbors so... when you hear the constant barking, you learn to tune it out, but I love the poem: even though you do and go through so many things a day...every day, begins the same. I loved the repetition of that, I felt more inclined to the poem each time.

100/100

Nix 😊

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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