Hungry

A gnawing void, a hungry plea, A craving deep, I cannot see. My belly rumbles, a mournful sound, A phantom hunger, all around. Oh, man, can you feel this ache so deep? This yearning hunger, I cannot sleep. A phantom feast, a buffet's call, My empty stomach, standing tall. The wall before me, a tempting sight, A grand illusion, bathed in light. Not just any food will do, you see, It's something specific, meant for me. A dollar, a dime, a helping hand, To quell this hunger, across the land. A taste, a texture, a sweet delight, To chase the shadows and make things bright. So please, dear friend, if you can spare, A morsel, a bite, beyond compare. To satisfy this hunger's plea, And set my empty stomach free.