LIFE Poem: FEAST I DID NOT ATTEND, by Karolina Halota

An endless hunger gnaws at my belly,
A starvation that can hardly be sated.
What if death is the final completion?
What if life ends in a blissful explosion—
The ecstasy we’ve chased our whole lives?
We knocked on every door, invited others in,
Brewed tea and talked endlessly,
Striving to grasp that elusive “something”
Always just beyond our reach.
At times we thought we nearly had it,
But it vanished like butter melting away
Between our desperate, grasping fingers—
An image conjured by a starving mind.
Now I’m licking my fingers clean,
Peering through others’ windows
As they indulge in their sumptuous feast.

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