Hunger

Oct 07, 2010 00:09

Hunger
Dreamed things slice
With wings framed by
Red fancies
Fed upon by truth
Reckless in
Their heedless hunger.

Comfort not
These barren trappings
Of a life
Spent among grateful
Lies gathered
Against the last day.

Remember
Fortune's fickle love,
Take haven
In the deep places
Where within
Lies a grey comfort.

poetry

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