Hunger

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Hungry for the love
That never could be given
Or received
I see only the dark
Within the weary heart
So closed from light
Its pulse is barely there
Secretes a beat so quietly
Of need that ever longs
To grow the weak of seed
To strong within
The weed rejected
Plant belonging
In the throng a
Way to raise the rhythm
Of the life in rush
Of bleeding route
Through body throb
Of pain

©K Barr

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