The Hunger
This world is not to be seen nor the
words to order your soul. They will
not feed the hunger which grows
forever larger, or smaller for some.
Define the darkness and hide the
colors that shape you into this vale
of non-reflective light. Over or under,
they are prey. Explore the contours
of their last feast, then break the
bones that bind them together.
Your life is only second in time
and there is no way to simply relax.
You are never finished. Today only
leads to another addition or removal,
that is only known as peace.
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2015
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