Hunger,

keeps the belly busy, soul unemployed,
flurries up in you
its ebb and flow,that constantly reminds you
of your need
that grills your will
inside like a wound
silent to everyone but to yourself,
an itch
that dwarfs every other yen, global
as a nonverbal mother tongue,
never understood
save fed
with a whole kitchen
to ruminate
beyond your consciousness
not to hold you whole
but to fill the unfilling vase dripping away,
unfed left
the inner man
only to stop with your last throb.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-03-23 at 00:34

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