Hunger
Hunger.
As I land heavily onto soft black soil,
within the heart of my hunting ground,
my sins all hover over me.
...intolerable.
I rise hastily onto fractured feet,
without their support I fall back down.
So scared my mind has become unstable.
...unimaginable.
I accept unwittingly that I am incapable,
the weapon I hold has leaped from its bound.
So helpless my cries cry out for laughter.
...impossible.
My eyes soon are shut, still I see.
My body composes, I'm able to breathe.
My spirit escapes but fails to flee,
and my thoughts stray far from strategical.
I lay in animosity,
but grin from curiosity,
might there be left a luminosity,
if my soul had never devoured it all?
BKrabbit
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