the last page turned,
and there is no more to devour,
yet a hunger and insatiable thirst
rips through me
I search for more,
more dishes filled with words,
more pages to turn,
more words to feed on,
words that will
channel thoughts and
fill the imagination,
a meal for the mind,
the soul, the eyes
quickly the words are devoured,
the pages hastily digested,
and soon I am empty again,
myself craving more
there is a different type of hunger,
a new type of starvation,
nothing in the house for my eyes
to dine on
Author notes
This is about finishing a book and not having anything else to read...which is very annoying. I'm out of books right now. I need to go to the library soon.
So how was it?
Comments
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I am definitely right there with you. This is a pretty great poem.
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thanks. I'm about to go insane with lack of reading material.
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