Wake-up Call

An expanded and edited version, of my poetic response, to Willweb's poem, "Rude awakening". http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Willweb/1466804/

When you're starvin'
Anything will do
To quieten
That roarin' engine
Within.

As you wait

In ever longer queues

Shuffling your feet

Trying to keep warm.

The wind chill whips

Through your clothing

Like you're nude.

Even though
You know
It'll leave you
With hunger pains
For more

Afterwards.

Never fully satisfy
With what
You're given

With your only meal

That day.

As others move

Through life
In blissful ignorance
To your flight.