selfish hearts

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No more food. No more steak, ribs, or fish.
Ill never get to eat again.
I’ll never be hungry again.
Trying to think of my last meal.
Chicken? Shrimp? Lobster?
What did I have to drink?
All these people crying, screaming
And I’m thinking of food
Families torn apart, kids crying for their mothers
I’m searching for a snack.
Its incredible how a thing like food can matter at a time like this.
Would I miss my food? Would I even the ability to miss anything!
As I float away from the sinking boat I decided on a nice T-bone steak.





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