Hunger Options

[Silke Lance]

Hunger
by: C.Martin

The wounds are deep and mortal.
I am doomed to this eternal misery;
a Flying Dutchman with a pretty face.

Joy cowers in the corner,
beaten one time too many.
Yet still her lips move in silent prayer
that a merciful hand might lift her up.

Hope lies buried in a box in the wilderness;
ransomed and helpless,
cruelly bound in the pitiless ligatures of self-loathing.
Her tears of grief only make her colder.

Screams of rage, cries of pain and frustration
stay pushed so far down
that only a low moan escapes.

In private, where no one will hear.

If I gave them voice would they ever stop?

Hunger dominates, growling incessantly,
yet will not allow itself be fed.

Am I the feast it craves?
Will it not be satisfied until my body
lies gnawed to the bones?

Fear taps my eyelids with brutal fingertips,
and will not let me rest.
I am so tired, yet it will not let me rest.

Death is a conspirator,
throwing an arm across my shoulder, smiling compassionately.
God forgive me, sometimes I can't help
resting my head against his chest,
and taking comfort in his promise.

My spirit flickers feebly,
sparking and sputtering
like a candle in the wind.

Why was I chosen for this?

[Dara]

"I am so tired, yet it will not let me rest"

That line is so true for me. ALWAYS tired, never able to sleep...Thanks for posting htis one!

Love,
Dara