Saturday, February 4, 2017

the hunger














the hunger gnaws;
this sickness,
this disease;
quickly trying
to catch the night,
before it flees
back from whence
it came;
far off,
the lightning flashes,
the thunder rumbles,
shadows quietly slip away,
memories return, like
messengers from the deep,
sending lesser men
packing;
then it is done,
as if it never
happened at all;
there are places
in this life
where no man goes,
hidden valleys
and lonesome ridges,
far beyond imagination
and dreams,
it is here
that refuge is found,
a haven among the lost,
a resting place
within the storm;
out here,
there are no promises,
no guarantees;
only silent desperation
and stolen expectations.
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