hunger

I watch you take
What is not yours
With blatant disregard
Of consequence

You talk of loyalty,
Yet betray those
To whom you vowed
Fidelity and protection

You speak of respect
Toward our elders
While tearing them down
Over petty grievance

You can veil your face
But not your soul
Its stench is unmistakable
To those with sight

With each transgression
The hunger grows
I'm trying hard
To suppress my nature

I'm not sure
How much longer I can
Allow you to harm
Those I'm sworn to protect

It could be just
A matter of time
Until I hold your heart
And finally feast

Reviews

[Jasper]

I don’t know much about poetry. But I do know that a good poet is obliged to give the reader a gift, to elevate his/her understanding of the world in some small way. At first I didn’t feel any elevating from this. But I let it sink in for a day or two and now I understand. It’s as clear as the waters of the Illinois in winter. I’ll never forget the last stanza. I can imagine Crazy Horse gazing down upon Custer and his golden locks at Little Bighorn howling “It could be just a matter of time until I hold your heart and finally feast”.

[Corset]

It's been such a long time since you've written anything, I'm glad to see you are back! This poem feels very angry though, which I hope is just poetic stretching, If not I have some war paints for you, I'm not using them if you want 'em :) (actually just acryllics but what the heck :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

whew! remind me to never get on your bad side! There is so much force throughout this it almost blew me away!