- My shuffled gait, my outstretched arms, I wander, search for brains;
- Perhaps a heart, or maybe faith, an answer to obtain.
- So aimlessly and hopelessly, my feet inch ever on
- To dimming sights and fading goals, my former life near gone.
- An echo faint deep in my ear, just ash in my cold breast,
- Just butterflies within my gut, no hands upon my crest.
- My eyes are glazed, my tongue is parched, my fingers feel no more.
- No smells, no taste, no sight, nor sounds, just hunger in my core.
- And joy, and peace, and love, and hope replaced by hunger’s growl,
- And, too, an overburdened yoke and brokenhearted howl.
- Satiation is my life in famine stricken land;
- Squeezing water from a stone, refreshment from the sand.
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