Hunger echoes the sun rays in my ears
My stomach grumbles
It’s the sign, that I’m near the end
I tighten my grip on the loaf of bread
Wrapped around my shoes in my sack
As the sun brightens with more heat
It becomes clear
That my big talks and dreaming big
Come down to holding on to a piece of bread
Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart.
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Whispers and Echoes 
We must, fulfill, our, physiological needs, before we can, pursue, anything else, as nobody can work well, on an, empty, stomach…
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So true. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. Deeply appreciated.
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