Filled to the Brim

Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being.

My hungry eyes searched scornfully

I could see it

Far away, yet so near

The palpable scene of scrumptious desserts

Luxurious cheesecakes, apples, and cakes ignited the seeking beast

Further down graced the presence of dinner

Shimmering in the flood of light continued the feast,

As it stretched to the end of the table

It was time to eat

It was time to devour to my fill

Yet I knew the painful truth

I would not finish to satisfy my wish

Because I was full on the second dish

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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