We cry from hunger pains

yearning to fill the void

but after we’ve eaten – with “bellies” full –

we’re left dissatisfied – a bit annoyed

 

Listless and sleepy,

we roll on to our side,

hoping to rest and feel content,

but conscious of the divide

 

 

No longer desirous, for

we ate the bread you gave,

but we’re bloated and numb

It was far better to crave

 

 

 

*Inspired by Mudcrutch