Relentless
A void bellows where my sense used to be,
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots,
an urge to consume much voraciously.
What once I did, I must strive now to not,
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate
compulsion to slip pound coins into slots.
When will the aching abyss, fade, abate,
how can this soul, macerated amend:
snatch from false hungers a life that will sate?
Stricken, panicking child splashing deep end,
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap,
how can this soul, macerated amend?
I search for some tool, some bright cage to trap
jagged brutality, parasite bile;
kept from success by fear's crocodile-snap.
Bone-tired, I go on to next battle, while
a void bellows where my sense used to be:
jagged brutality, parasite bile,
an urge to consume much voraciously.
Copyright © Perry Mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
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