Snack (an acrostic poem)

Silently my stomach ambushes me

Not giving me a chance to finish making my meal

All I can think of is how much I want to eat something, anything

Candy soon fills my pie hole, ruining my dinner, but still

Killing my hunger dead in its tracks




Hunger (an acrostic poem)

Hurrying down the path, Corry tried to keep his stride even

Underneath all his calm, cool, and collected there was an emptiness

Now he was so close he could taste his release

Giving into his desire, he consumed the last hundred meters

Entering the boathouse he pulled out his rowing shell, savoring the feel of the oars

Rowing was the only thing that satisfied him