Michael Benkhen Poet I do not know?

The Rumble

I hear a rumble, a distant rumble
and a pain.
Again I hear a rumble, a vibration in the air
perhaps thunder
Then the pain, the vicious pain returns.

I feel a pain, a vicious pain
from within.
Will it rain? I hear a rumble, a distant rumble
in my head.
I feel the vertigo setting in, I yell with all I have but no one hears. The floor becomes the ceiling and I 
plummet to my knees.

I hear the thunder growing stronger
my insides start to shake.
The pain becomes more then I can bare
and I weep.
I weep in the cold, I taste my tears
they become my only nourishment
and my fear.
I find myself on my back, gasping
Screaming!

I need food
I need food
I need food

But I know I won't get any.

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