Hidden Hunger, coments?

Question

Is it the light?
Or the night?
...That you fight?
Lost inside,
Long ago,
Amidst those things,
Left behind?
Can you cry?
Can you try?
...Or just too shy?
Prayers for why,
You've eclipsed yourself,
Too many times;
Blinded yourself,
To all that shines.
In the corners,
Behind the drapes,
You'll find your pain,
Your hidden hunger,
Which makes you sane.
Is it the light?
Which makes your night?
Unopened,
Untouched,
Waiting,
Ever writing,
Lost in your fight.

Answer 1

Yes hidden hunger, I can feel it. I can imagine you standing in one corner of a bustling street of New-York, no matter if it's during the day or the night, you are looking for...
You are observing girls' night who give up your bodies, self-esteem, indifferent to their life. Your beloved one has passed out of sight, didn't reflect light on her/his face anymore, going out with no future, and no love through the parallel street. You cannot fight against your nostalgia, she/he feels lost inside like you because both cannot change your dread.
At present, he/she is surrounded by the failure, leaving behind true love. Can you cry? No the pain is unbearable. He/she is no shy; the whys and the wherefores of abandon – he/she has already internalized it, leaving behind his/her true self – YOU, and this, by eclipsing himself/herself (again there is no light/hope anymore). Through the years he/she was no aware of your given love (shines/fidelity) you had manifested to him/her during his/her inner-loneliness (the corners). But now, alone and sitting in one of the corners of his/her place, hiding behind the curtain of his/her empty room, he /she will feel your no-presence (the pain); he/she is no pride of his/her hunger anymore – hunger that made him/her reasonable and selfish before… his/her hope are unopened, untouched, writing for ever as usual for nothing but with courage, being lost in his/her own fight (cage)… No fight anymore, only self-destruction…

Answer 2

Why must all struggles occur at night in your poem? We fight the darkness in the day and this keeps the light to abide with us at night, from the bitter evil folk who make us cry, try, to find our pain at the midnight cry of injustices that are hidden behind the drapes in court houses, White House, Desolate corners. Our hunger for the desire to see justice in this world -- to find the light - must be fought with those in darkness. I like your poem, vocal.

Answer 3

I like the pointedness of it and the efficiency. A single word or just a few each time to transition from one feeling to another. You know that you've touched something core or universal when you can do that and everyone understands.

Thanks

Answer 4

Interesting.

Your choice of punctuations confuses. When I remove your choices, the piece makes sense to me.

Sam

Answer 5

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Answer 6

Someone has not explored their (talents, love, passion, gifts) Time passes, causing them to retreat inward and wishing they could express himself/herself but does not know how to start once youth is gone. No?

Answer 7

beautiful, I like the way you displayed a person's inner struggle, and confusion.

Answer 8

Sounds like you wrote that one about me.

Answer 9

Confusion comes when you lose sight of your goal. Must never lose sight.........

Answer 10

wow, very touchy, very sad, and yet very meaningful