This depressing hunger gnaws at my soul

Drawing me to the places I dare not go.

I cannot sleep at night, tossing and turning,

Trying to quiet my ever weariest mind.

Like a thick soup, it permeates all that I am

Drawing my hunger outward, onward, inward.

I moan quietly, turning over and try again

In such an angst that you could not ever fathom.

01/07/2009

Author's Note: .... can't really explain where this came from.... guess I've got a lot on my weak mind.....

Posted on 01/08/2009
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