Crave
I wake
each morning
with a craving
born of fear
as I watch
youth wither
and vanish
sands of time
So much
remains unsaid
and I ache
to set it free
knowing time
will wait
for no one
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on July 21, 2019 for contest HUNGER sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
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