The Hunger

The hunger ran too deep for words
to call or send it at their will. The need -
for more of quality within their battered hearts.
Round and round, the garden lay untended.
Weeds and vines engulfing all the walls.
Long, the fall that gathered there,
awaiting love's release into the air.

The colors of their lives had all receded.
A touch of brown and green and gray
were all that they could see. Where now...?
The endless colors of the sun and land
had melted in a swirling, stormy sea.
Images once deemed imagination, were
waiting in the shadows of their souls.
Electric lights could never shine
within the darkness held.

Indwelling fear of death is ominous.
Bubbles floating in the air, containing
all they'd never dared to feel. Their
endless bursts creating mists of wild
insanity. They'd lost their sense
of all divinity. No longer could they
feel the rush of sexual abandon.
No, now they felt the deep of their despair.
Welling up as if outside themselves,
yet lingering and growing more intense
within the currents of dire storms
of retribution.

Pain can be incendiary too. Passionate,
the labor of the birth of all that is.
The whispers in the air are quite obscene.
There is a madness in the air tonight.
No one sleeps when all that lies ingrained
so deep comes rising to the fore.
The quiet holds within the summer night,
and yet there is a coldness to its quality.
Striking out, another victim falls into
its ever wakeful arms. Strange and warped,
the tides of minds that never gave
their hearts the will to be.

The death of a society. The crumbling
that rushes in before the aftermath begins.
Helplessly reactive to the feel.
Nothing that they touched now seemed
quite real. Visions filled their haunted eyes.
The sun was burning all their lies away.

The hunger ran too deep for words
to call or send it at their will. True need -
for more of quality within their battered hearts.
Round and round, the garden lay untended.
Weeds and vines engulfing all the walls.
Long, the fall that gathered there,
awaiting love's release into the air....

? Michaelette ?

6/23/2003
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