Appetite wanders listlessly
Bread, the staple always provided
Even in confinement they give you bread
The thirst is the worst
Dry mouths, tongue sticks to teeth
Without water, hunger lessens
But bread, water, just a crust
Begging nourishment
Death in starving
Eases the pain
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Q242 Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry
The Bag Lady 
good one Cheryl ❤
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Thank you
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Fantastic poem, Cheryl!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Cheryl, you describe a stark and haunting reality about the process of starvation. May the world wake up to a place where nobody starves.
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It was dark, but true in some places.
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Indeed.
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