#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness
There is no price to happiness.

But love comes at a cost,
Because it is always lost,
In the middle of nowhere,
No, it's lurking somewhere,
Deep down the valley of hell,
Where all the good, they...