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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