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The Hunger

Poetry By: Dino

Sometimes I stare at the screen for hours and nothing happens.

Submitted:Jan 31, 2007    Reads: 149    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   

It isnt just peace of

mind lost.


When the words elude,

the poet starves.

Sometimes the words come like

water from a fountain.

Other times not a


can be drawn,

the soul is a drought.

This is when

the poet slowly dies.

Yet this death is necessary

for rebirth within.

For the water of the


replenishes in


or sorrow.

And again the fountain shows

its bounty.

But nothing lasts forever.

And for us,

hunger comes after feast.


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