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Hungry

by Chris Sorrenti


All I want is to be a lamb
But they make me like the tiger
All I want is to be at peace
But all around I see the war
And I don’t need no full moon
To make the beast come out in me
Cause wherever goodness makes its home
So too does the evil

All I want is to be spiritually satisfied
But I am always hungry
All I want is to be the easy goer
But some throw mountains in my path
As they dig their knives into my back
Until the beast comes out in me
And then I tear the throats out
From underneath their heads

God! I regret the things I do
But they are always testing me
Seeing how far they can go
In prepping me for the slaughter
As I growl with rage like a lion
When they try to pull out my claws
Until I swing and push them back
And I am the lamb again
But I am trapped in an Earth-bound cage
Living the fate you’ve destined for me
Until I die and rest forever
I will always be hungry

© 1984
Inputted and revised © 2018

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01/09/2019

Posted on 01/09/2019
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/10/19 at 06:53 PM

The words of a restless spirit. Man, I can relate. But as I was reading and reflecting on your poem, I wondered if I can be both satisfied and hungry. Often I feel quite satisfied and in sync with the real me and with God, but more often I am hungry for more, hungry for the creative, the creator. Thanks for the poetic description, Chris. It helps.

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