Hollow Grumbles

Last night’s hunger gnawed like a restless ghost,

my stomach an echo, craving what I miss most.

Cabinets stood empty, like promises thin,

where dreams of a feast turned to silence within.

The fridge light flickered, casting shadows of dread,

a cereal box toppled, its contents all dead.

I stood in the dark, with my thoughts growing loud,

a chorus of hunger that craved a loud crowd.

Each tick of the clock pulled the night longer still,

I fought with the shadows, a battle of will.

My belly felt hollow, a chasm of night,

hunger’s fierce whisper, a ghost without light.