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 the 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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