We’re all hungry for something more
And not just enough jumbo-sized pizza
Or calorie-rich milkshake from McDonald’s
Or another side of cheese-and-bacon fries.
But instead for the light at the end of the tunnel
That was foreclosed in the recession,
for the fingertips that brush our hair back
When we fall asleep in the passenger’s seat,
and for the words no one ever says
That could disrupt the void of silence
Fill the aching pit our stomachs reveal
When we realize we want something else, something more.
They say the whole country’s obese,
So the question is:
For what are we so desperately starving?
Posted on June 5, 2013, in Controversy, culture, Language, Poems, Poetry, Random, Writing and tagged America, criticism, Derek Berry, hungry, poem, poetry, spiritual, starving, word salad, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.