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
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
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Gracias, amigo.
ReplyDeleteA very nice sense of imagery, from the inside out.
Yes, we should be grateful that we aren't starving.
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