Everything Under the Moon

The one and only poem I've ever written.

The Hunger
By "Gardak"

Im not afraid to die
But to die to this unjust cause
That is what I am truely fearful of

I do not know what to do with my life
All this hatred and stress...
Its a wonder I still survive

I do not know how to comprehend
The other people living like I should
I want that life, I want it so bad

I listen to this somber tunes
I listen to the tunes of war
The tunes of peace
We as a human race live our lives by song

One person cannot truely say that music doesnt
In some way
Effect their life

I see the sadness in the artists eyes
The small band trying to make it big
I can see their hunger for fame

What do I hunger for?
Why I hunger for many things
I hunger for more things then any other soul

I hunger for peace
Yet I inspire war

I hunger for strength
Yet I am weak

I hunger for a place to belong
Yet I belong nowhere

I hunger for understanding
Yet I am always misunderstood

I hunger for bliss
Yet all I receive is pain

I hunger for love
Yet I will never find it

I hunger for money
Yet I will remain poor

I hunger for many things
Things I will soon not have
Things that other people have

I envy those people
But I envy no one more then myself
For the hunger keeps me alive
The hunger keeps me alive

i got bored around the third stanza. but im very critical of the poetry i read.