Your stomach begins to yearn for the sweet taste of food
It craves and shivers at every sense that hints a tasty morsel near by
You feel as if your eyes betray you every time you see signs and omens pointing towards the direction of a warm meal in this cold city
You feel your body is withering away; that your very existent is slowly fading
Your body knows itself well, movement has been reduced and sleeping is its priority
Realization hits intensely as you know that your body’s fuel is no longer existent
All that drives you is the will that whispers that there is hope and tomorrow is going to get better
But it is tomorrow, yet tomorrow has not altered from yesterday’s desperation
The stomach’s voice speaks in a fluent language where it’s repetitively begging to be cared for
There’s hunger at every corner, every couple of blocks you walk
Temptation at every angle, prodding me to become a thief
My stomach would be relieved, but my mind would never feel relief.
