I saw it ahead of me.
That light
It called to me like a lighthouse
is a bright light to ships in the deep
blackness of night.
In the pit of my stomach
I felt a hunger
to go closer,
to be with the light.
Feelings arose in me
I had not felt before.
A starving that seemed
to override all other things
in my life.
Gaining ground, getting closer
I also gained anticipation
I’ve never wanted anything so badly.
Finally, I was there.
I had reached the light!
Throwing open the door to the McDonalds
I paused and turned to the neon arches
that led me to this oasis
in the midst of concrete traffic
Thank you God for making that sign
so bright
for those who need
fries at midnight.
I think "bad" should be "badly". I like the way you said "concrete traffic", like the traffic is so busy that it's impossible to get through. I love how light-hearted and funny this poem is, when it started out seeming like it would be a very serious topic. I think you could change the title to reflect this, to make it seem like a serious poem and then surprise the reader at the end. great job!
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