No words are ever enough to quench this thirst,
To put out these roaring flames.
This nameless sensation swelling beneath my skin,
Rushing through me like a tempest,
And burying itself deep within my soul.
It burns behind my eyelids as I sleep,
And fills my mind with blurred, chaotic dreams.
Nothing can satisfy this unrelenting hunger,
This consuming desire for answers,
To questions that i cannot comprehend.
Constantly i wander in this maze of restless thoughts,
Raging through my burdened mind like wildfire.
Each dead-end mocks me with whispery words,
And yet i am forced to drift on,
Overcome with these numberless questions,
'Til this yearning for answers has gone.
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 10:55 PM UTC
No words are ever enough to quench this thirst,
To put out these roaring flames.
This nameless sensation swelling beneath my skin,
Rushing through me like a tempest,
And burying itself deep within my soul.
It burns behind my eyelids as I sleep,
And fills my mind with blurred, chaotic dreams.
Nothing can satisfy this unrelenting hunger,
This consuming desire for answers,
To questions that i cannot comprehend.
Constantly i wander in this maze of restless thoughts,
Raging through my burdened mind like wildfire.
Each dead-end mocks me with whispery words,
And yet i am forced to drift on,
Overcome with these numberless questions,
'Til this yearning for answers has gone.
"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world."
— C.S. Lewis
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