Hunger and Stasis

[Aish]

Hunger and stasis gather on
the porches of my heart. This is a great opener.
First there was childhood now old

pining from a distant home
I don't like visiting. It came and went
not saying much. Horror film

devoid of plot. Hunger had been sated once.
Then stasis came. Opened like a paper rose. I really like 'Opened like a paper rose.'
I slept a hundred years.

Yet still my hunger walked and walked Is 'Yet' necessary?
the wastelands of my abstract love.
Feeding on the last remains

of ambition and friendship. Then it sought my smarts.
I unlearned things. Personal hygiene
and time. I couldn't wash my hands or wake.

The passage of life has nothing to do with watches.
It's all about decay. See me sweat, collapse
and rot. Hunger's death and true stasis. Nice ending strophe.

This is very uncomfortable, Jack, but I'm sure that's intentional. I personally don't care for "Then it sought my smarts". Otherwise it's a thought provoking piece, with hunger speaking to me both as literal and figurative- the glazed over hole some seek to fill with religion, others with science, some with drugs or alcohol, etc.