Being Hungry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Hungry
Stepping in and out, being apprehensive at times,
but always moving forward anyway.
Touching aspects, picking them apart, trying to
find reasons, logic, answers, to life and all of
it's sorrow and grief.
Finding that not a one of it's particles has even
an iota of a solution, being hungry for something
to hold on to, there is nothing to satisfy my curi-
osity at all throughout this life.
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