Hunger Poem by Morgan Michaels
Hunger
It was bedtime, I was starving.
What to eat?
In the cupboard was a box of dreams.
'Dreams', it said, plainly, and beneath,
'This is your lucky day'.
I tore the top off.
One by one and together
the dreams crowded out, floated to the ceiling,
beyond my spoon and stuck
like so many balloons.
Now,
I ask you, what,
what, was so lucky about that?
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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