#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 love
But alas, all fades into sweet, painful oblivion of wanting but never having,
Seeking but never finding,
Searching, and searching,
When will it all end, I ask,
When...?