A grumbling tone, a growling voice
Unknown thoughts, a yearning heart.
A craving for food, a treat that was necessary,
As a steady beat resonates through the void.
I wait for the platter while keeping my gaze on the clock.
That contains the flavours for which I yearn—a taste of delight and an educational flavour.
They claim that patience is a virtue, and as I sit and consider what lies ahead, I believe them.
A supper that is untold, a feast for my senses
My hunger ages with every bite.
So I wait here as time passes slowly.
With food to stop this never-ending call, I'm hopeful that my soul will soon rise.
I'll just keep my head held high until then.
I'm still h-ng-y!!!!
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