The Hunger
The tingling in my throat,
a fire that burns from within.
I'm suffering from my hunger.
I refuse to give in.
Chest is roaring,
heart is thrashing,
vision is blurry,
and I can't keep up.
Scratching at my neck with nails so sharp.
Thinking it will slow the pain.
Leaving dark red marks on the skin.
Trying to resist the thirst that haunts me.
Fighting with everything in me,
to not hurt anyone in sight.
hoping to keep it to myself,
and live silently.
Yes, this hunger will wound me,
but I will strive to exist.
Learning to ignore the heat,
and wake up to a new dawn.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2021
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