Alone in bed, can't tune out the words in my head. So I write..... habits rear their ugly head at night. Racing thoughts have me gripping this pen so tight. Words somehow soothe my soul, it's the only thing that feels right .
Fighting to stay alive, let alone afloat. In my eyes , do u still see a glimmer of hope? The emptiness resides behind my every note. No longer a poem , just a little release. And yet still I fall, into the crease , of life......The Hunger knows of my life, I use to run from. Never stationed, always on the go. But go where???? The Hunger knew , but it didn't care. Completely unaware , how much words fed my soul..... Hunger pains ravished me at night, it was their only goal, daring me to take a bite…. Why must we feed something that has no sight? My inner voice is muffled as The Hunger begins to feed. Why put up a fight? Watch as I follow…. Now Hunger takes the lead.
What will become of me and my greed ??? A name they'll ALL forget……. BUT It's not over, I've survived ,not dead yet...
Discouraged and ashamed deep down. Always picking myself up off the ground. " But Wait we've become good pals…" Hunger pleads, as it patiently waits around.
Am I getting too old to play?
Isn't that how we are supposed to live? Fast and hard, you get what you give. Only to be devoured by the hunger....
Forgetting is something I'm extremely good at. Don't even need to try. I force it so deep inside,it's like I'm not even alive.....and yet, the hunger still survives…. Hunting another soul , to torment at night.
Will it always call me by name rewinding my faults. For it's pure gain.
My loss is unimaginable. I shock most I tell my story too. Is the next poor soul , YOU??? Be Careful.... it's true , It's so easy to be its next victim.
Sincerely Yours, THE HUNGER