Starvation 

Placid days become history

Stomachs rumble excessively

With what remains no mystery

 

Lucid barren lands lay

Devoid of the living

Stocks thin like reed

Reeking like sewage dumps

 

The breathing souls left

Wished their lives were taken

Their emptiness consumes them

Movement becomes a luxury

And reflexes an impossibility

 

Of mortals that could speak

Whispered lowly voices

Begging for only remnants

and as seconds swiftly pass

Longed not to see the sun rise

 

Of those that could walk

Paraded long distances

Until their limbs bled

Searching for natures gift

And mythical safe havens

 

One of life’s greatest trials

A survival of the fittest

A matter of life and death

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