Loss

In the porcelain throne's cold embrace I sit,

A moment's peace, a solitary respite.

Yet, in this quiet realm of mine,

A tragedy unfolds, by cruel design.

No paper white to aid my plight,

The roll stands bare, a ghastly sight.

Tears well up in my startled eyes,

For what reason? I can't surmise.

Why does sorrow seize me so?

Why do these salty rivers flow?

Is it for the absent roll,

Or something deeper within my soul?

Then stirs within a hunger keen,

An urge most fierce and unforeseen.

My belly cries out in despair,

An echo in the vacant air.

What strange connection can there be

Between hunger and this tearful spree?

Are they but reflections true

Of life's unending retinue?

Oh, Life! You are a riddle vast;

Present merges with the past.

Hunger and sorrow intertwine

In this curious heart of mine.

So here I sit, bereft and bare,

Bound by chains of deep despair.

Yet even in this dire strait,

I know that food and comfort wait.

And so with hope still burning bright,

I'll face each challenge; stand upright!

For every trial that comes our way

Prepares us for a brighter day.