Hunger steps where I step
following me all too close
I can smell its rotten breath
taken every other minute.
Hunger waits for me to slump
down
on the mountain path,
far
from any help around
so it would feed on me.
I cannot run
away or any faster
I have no power to escape
a skilful hunter in his very realm.
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Devastation of the Soul
PoesíaA poetry book about he devastated souls. It is created for the darkest shortest month, during a poem-a-day creative challenge in February 2014.
