Hunger, and Nothing

i cant do this anymore
i cant look into my children's eyes
my wife's tears fall like thunder
to an empty bowl
i have nothing to buy with,
nothing to trade, nowhere to beg,
and nothing to steal
the baby's sick, there's nothing
i can do except watch her die
in her momma's nothing arms
hungry, and hopeless
nothing i can do.

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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