I promised myself I would never know hunger again, but that’s the problem with knowledge. Ignorance is truly bliss. Once you know someone or something it’s hard to forget them completely. The touch of an ex love/lover fades but is it ever truly gone. The sting of loss subsides but the wounds are still there. Hunger was the same. I knew it as a child and it came to me again as a bitter reminder; that I wasn’t done fighting for everything, even fighting even to survive.
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NFL football player, aspiring writer and poet, looking to inspire and create in a safe space. I have recently ventured into the world of script and screenplay writing while still staying true to my poetic roots. Also in the works of creating a novel. Looking for like minded people who are able to understand, relate, and help me expand my craft. View all posts by R.K.Russell