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...