Earl Schumacker Poet Free verse

Hunger Spot

Hunger Spot

Hunger is usually done alone, in the dirty card board box, called home
On wet, cut corners out of traffic, forever in unguarded dark
Winds, harsh voices, howling on hollow self and scene are what remain
The food is gone, never to return
Hunger; it reminds you of life, of chronic pain, leaving little else
I tried to eat my shoe today, thinking it was leather…It was not
Plastics should come in assorted varied flavors
To see me through the night
I expect things to get better in my box
If not, there is always hunger to fill this empty spot


Revised 11/03/14 for- "Any Poem 12- line MAX"- Poetry Contest

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Poet Destroyer A May 22, 2014 at 8:59 AM Earl, thank you for the comment on my comment

Poet Destroyer A May 21, 2014 at 10:16 AM Earl, I do love the reminder of life... Hunger, what would I be without it.... Linda Earl Schumacker May 21, 2014 at 12:24 PM Hi Linda. I see you are reading my Hunger poems and enjoying them. I am very appreciative of your comments. Thanks again. Earl

Nathan D. May 21, 2014 at 10:02 AM interesting poem I am going to chew on for a while. like the imagery you use. Earl Schumacker May 21, 2014 at 12:26 PM Hi Nathan, Thank you so much for your comments. Much appreciated. Regards, Earl