Write in the Middle

This is Hunger I am the number one killer But you can’t see me.

You try so hard just to leave me Your stomach starts turning Is this the end?

Now you are light headed And nauseous too.

Your parents probably don’t know what to do.

You feel like you have to fight to stay alive One more day with me, and you might just die.

I make you tired and very weak like a baby girl with no sleep.

You are now a brown shriveled up flower Suddenly losing all of your power.

You don’t even have a bite to tame me.

I am relentless I won’t let you be.

I am sorry I did not mean to.

All of your pain is not my fault, It is simply the world we live in With inequality, injustices, and also right of power.

I impact you more if you are a woman even child.

That is all that matters.

But pray somehow, someday, someone, will stop me Neither Scratch nor Bruise.

Do you know what it’s like, to watch a life fade away?

Have you ever seen the face of a person turning to ash?

Being burned by the pain of the endless hunger?

Have you ever seen a person give up on life?

Watch as they let their life blow away into the distance, kind of like a leaf.

The sun was as rich as chocolate, and the violent rays warmed her heart, but her heart froze again when the hunger approached her for the last time.

The last sunset she saw, she was hungry.

The last step she took, she was starving.

The last breath she took, she knew she had lost The fight against emptiness, The fight against hunger The fight that murdered her.

But the fight didn’t hurt hunger It came out without a scratch or bruise, 16