A Chain of Hunger

 

reflections-of-a-hungry-person

When the morning Sun cuts through my blinds,

it feels like rays of blades crowding my mind;

all the dreams become severed,

and fly away while awake in time.

 

These eyes they see just the same as a man whose blind,

living amongst breathing beings, who befriend not, kind.

 

Many tongues that speak, but less ears to hear;

as they deliver an empty speech, but no content

to share.

 

They that sit atop, upon white marble and statues;

it is they that speak poison words in hopes to grab you.

 

The more that follow, without even questioning their motives;

this is like one swimming in fire while wearing explosives.

 

When the morning Sun cuts through my blinds,

it feels like razor blades crowding my mind;

as another day passes, and society destroys itself,

all dreams become severed along with everyone else.

 

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4 responses to “A Chain of Hunger

  1. i like your metaphors – there is something cool about the morning sun cutting through the blinds – it represents a new day – and with it a possible hope that life/society/the ills of the world may not be so bad. See – you are making me think!

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