Sunday, November 6, 2011

The Three Hundred Tenth, November 6, 2011

there is a hand inside
clenching tight a fist
nails digging deep
no relief in sight

stomach drawn tight
dropping to the knees
dizziness engulfs all
dancing spots in sight

sharp urge to heave
nothing there for it
too weak to resist
another wracking

no sense crying more
no one heeds the sound
struggle to find something
anything to calm it

pray for sleep to come
then you do not know
it haunts your dreams
but it is your only rest

too many children know
too many children feel
they live with this daily
hunger as a teddy bear

think about them this year
as you plan your holiday
remembering their lack
as you offer your thanks

2 comments:

  1. Gracias, amigo.

    A very nice sense of imagery, from the inside out.

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  2. Yes, we should be grateful that we aren't starving.

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