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 lightning flashes,

distant thunder rumbles,

shadows quietly slip away,

memories from the deep return like

messengers on a mission,

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

where 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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