Write Fresh
my cupboard is bare, my soul longs
to eat, got to
make it to the storehouse
on malnourished feet,
so I can feast
on line upon line,
I been starving!
it’s high time that I was fed,
I need something
sublime,
a little
food for thought, I need
vittles for my mind,
need
something that’s gonna get me
through this trying lifetime,
where far too many
sit hungry,
desolation carving emptiness
through lives
with no warning,
hope my words can be substance
‘til the broken
find their spoon,
‘cause all our souls could use a bit
of better eatin’ soon,
and so
I write fresh
National Poetry Month!! Here is to an amazing April!
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
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