Hunger

We were reading war poetry and were assigned to write something embodying War and Pestilence. The form of the poem is supposed to reflect our thoughts on it...and really, I wrote it to be read aloud, so it looks pretty blocky but it's quite fun to read. Rhyme scheme? What rhyme scheme? : ) Normally, I dislike poetry, reading it, in some cases, fine, but writing it?! Hah, Enjoy, if you will, this amateur tale. As always, I love some feedback.
~ Zekkie

Hunger

Take what you want,
Take all you need,
Please! Please!
Don’t be deceived!

I only wish to give you,
My knowledge, no more,
Of all the atrocities,
I’ve seen in the War.

Men clothed In shame,
As they rape and steal,
Shells rain down, We
Poison our meals.

It’s all about money
It’s all about cost,
It’s all about God,
Though He, I fear, is lost.

Lost among the crashes,
Lost in the light,
Of millions of burning
Bodies and blight.

Running away,
Fleeing my shame,
Tears falling down,
I do the same.

Awake, dark, silent…
...
...
What in God’s name could ever be so quiet?

Said he, surprised, He looked,
Side to side,
Dark shadows lining
His eyes.

We are in a war,
Silence?
Unheard of! No cries?
No acts of violence?
No…nothing…Quiet.

...

Time it seemed,
Was cold, still,
And nothing moved,
Was heard,
Seen…
Until…

It was 2 weeks later, girl, and I was at my end,
He spoke renewed, with vigor, and fire,
Held her hand, He continued, with ire.

Empty, craving, skin and bones, I Couldn’t move, twas trapped inside,
Limbs lifeless, eyes dull, twice encaged by body and sod,
Pain, Oh the pain. Alive. I was so alive.

My mind was burning with much desire.
Weeks spent trapped in my prison, starving burning,
Slowly receding into my own head, and thus set fire.

God? Who is God? Whose pain ravages me so?
My God! The God! Beloved Savior!

Who opened mine eyes and pulled me
into His embrace, of
all consuming, Sulphur fueled, bliss.

The girl squeezed his hand ever tighter,
Leaned forth, and kissed,
His brow, and smiled, an innocent child.

“Did you escape?”

He leaned back and grinned. The leer stretched easily from ear to ear
As his eyes, Eternally hungry, gazed into hers.

“Well, My dear,”

Pulled her close, He grasped her hand,
“What do you think?”

Asked the Skeleton Man