Hunger

A Poem.

Tell me what you’re hungry for

Some of us hunger for recognition

Most are easily forgotten.

Some hunger for fame

Fame would certainly be the cinnamon to spice up my existence.

Still, just my luck ~

When I had grabbed my spatula and scraped the earth, folding it into the corners of my world

It was powdery and unevenly blended

I added the other ingredients of time

It combined into a chocolate-swirl-cheesecake life

Wonderful to taste

But too rich to be eaten.

Photo credit: Pablo Merchán Montes via Unsplash