Today, truly different from the day before,
I was sure that pain was no more.
I felt the pulse of my shattered heart
Gather together those pieces apart.
I am tormented by a hellish hunger.
Dear God! I cannot withstand much longer!
This tongue needs to savor! I am not fine!
I obsess with the bread, I obsess with the wine.
I turn, only to be rotten and numb
And all I can see is that I've gone very dumb
Because I've surrendered to no pleasures of life!
But, oh my, inside me I twist with great strife.
I am faltering, I know this for sure-do I?
I am tempted to shatter my teeth-but why?
I am sick of treacherous hunger, I tell you!
But who is this hunger? Tell me who!
Don't act strong, young one- do not.
All men shivered and for hunger they fought.
Just dream and dream and fall on the bed.
There is nothing to see- but a sea full o' dread.
ns lyx dkpj ds rri roqnderssl yj jyzc. ns lyx zo ilkqmbib yj jyzc.
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PoetryEverybody can write. We often explore our emotions and explore the depths of our heart to discover what we truly feel. Misery. Pain. Joy. Ecstasy. But, once baffled with the world, what emotions will you truly choose? In this journey, a simple chara...
