"Hungry"

Starvation comes in many forms...I am not that hungry...

Gaze into faces, get behind eyes. From so many places, fed so many lies. All satiated, starving for more.    Emaciated, nauseating encore. Imbalanced, heavy scales, bearing unjust weight, all who would reign must fail, policy is bait. Only one more swallow, deep, filthy well. Thirst always follows, hunger's dinner bell. And, so we take the mark, clones stamped in red; sheep left in the dark, bones, bleached and bled. But, still I will rage defying gravity; incarcerated in this cage, I choose to be free. For I will not surrender; I will not kneel, to the Great Pretenders, serving the next meal.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

Ohhh...this is fantastic, my dear! Your word choice is nourishment for the soul, sticks to my ribs, feeds me inspiration. Your descriptions carry power..."For I will not surrender; I will not kneel, to the Great Pretenders, serving the next meal." Wow...you go my dearest Muse ; )

-Femme

[fireblossom]

Symphonic. You have a tasted for the sound of word and phrase construction. I picture you standing before the storm like a conductor willing the tempest.

[...]

a strong message
beautifully conveyed
realizing this
is half the battle won

[Chris]

I liked the flow and rhythm... finding the rhyme as I read aloud was a pleasant addition and quite rare.

Take care,
Chris

[Art]

an interesting view of starvation...the worls is filled with minds who seek the fill of not only the body but the mind and Soul...let us be free within to seek the food of knowledge and wisdom to partake and be nourished...nice work

I love the notion, expressed in this poem, of spiritual starvation. It really resonates within me. Society all around us tries to feed us, tries to fill the void inside us with things that just makes the hole bigger, and our hunger greater.