Hunger Pangs

Time bares its teeth,

Growling from the trees,

But I do not slow down,

I do not bandage my heels.

The seconds trickle,

Lose their value like nickels.

I don’t have much,

Just a dozen nibbles.

The hunger grows,

My starving pride growls.

Three hours to midnight,

Then I’ll lose the crowds.

I run on empty

In this city of plenty.

Can you sense the fury?

I would leave if you let me.

-Jackie