Mixtape | Poetry

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there are people
who are perpetually
incessantly 
hungry.
hunger used to be
a question back then,
now it has settled
like an abandoned answer
with no lineage to trace,
to be swallowed whole,
to keep no further room for 
any questions.

they go by
scrounging in 
empty places to
fill in their
empty stomachs.
nothing fills nothing,
who could dare
understand this?

hunger:
a thing i cannot wrap
my head around,
for it's never enough;
it grows like wilderness
untended.
there's no way to pluck
weeds away from the flowers.
beggars could never
be choosers.

there are people
who sleep in
a hungry stomach,
a hungry heart,
a hungry head
for their whole lives and
when they find what
they were seeking for,
when their hunger finally
finds a home for itself,
they realise
an empty stomach
is so much better than
a full one.
in all their hunger,
the void that only
grew fuller
had never learnt how to
fill in.

Author's note:
This poem started as an idea that people, who are hungry their entire lives, when finally find the thing to fill in their hunger, have grown so used to it that they no longer want it.
The present situation of poverty in the world is that majority of those in poverty have witnessed a long trail down to the roots of their family tree. Poverty was the only thing their ancestors could pass onto them. The hunger finally grows on them so much that they accept it as their final fate.

I also have another interpretation of this poem. People, who have been in abusive relationships, find it so hard to realise that it isn't love. Abuse is abuse.

I'm sorry I couldn't frame the poem, as I would have wanted to. But I'm happy with the thoughts that I've sown in this poem. I hope it's enough. I hope I'm not disappointing you, guys.

~ Sam.