Hunger
It's a crying nag,
A rumble, a grumble.
Wee hours rolling by, you're wide awake,
Loud is the presence of the constant grumble,
You lay there in a fumble.
Sleep evades, hunger grabs your solace.
Tears roll down those fine cheeks,
Softly slipping away from you.
Silent is your pain.
Touching you, deeply embedding itself.
Whilst hunger nags.
Dedicated to the one who sleeps himself to sleep in hunger.
With Love nn
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