My hunger escalates
Like the pooch that wanders the streets
Scavenging for the desired scent of food
To plaster the sting of a Belladonna
That lingers in the stomach

The affliction intensifies
I try to move my enfeebled limbs
But to no avail; they remain stale
Like parts of a run-down rusted machine
Which only screeches when moved

My thirst deepens
Like my spirit was siphoned away
My throat shrivels and dries
Clearing it is like rubbing sandpaper
I reach desperately for it

I caught it.
Was it satisfying? It sure was!
I can almost taste it, sweet succulent success
It sated my fervour but now I'm not sure
Because it leaves me wanting more.

Sauntering steps on the slippery street
Along the streaks of ebony concrete
Cold feet

I crunch my sneakers on the sandy surface
Of the road, moist with dirt and soil I trace
My face

Behind the scenes of every shop awoke
A foul breath of soot and smoke
I choke

I hear the hustle of the markets ahead
The dog across the street it sped -
A wreck

I'll stay in the alley, most quiet place
To bask in the tranquility of this space
Embrace

Lights glaring
Sounds blaring
Mind is in a whirl

Green shrubbery
Wild cacophony
Lost in the deep woods

Dash forcefully
Fall unwittingly
Drowning in the shallow waters

Toss and turn
Goes the gyro
The clock will never stop

Tick and tock
Goes the hand
When will the poor mind drop?

My insides are hollow
My outside is a face

I used to be alive
Now I'm the dead

A green crown I wore
I used to rule the land

But t'was stolen from the hand
That places sweet sentiments
Right inside my head

When my fingers run cold
With a shade of juniper blue;
Like crusts of frost were on my fingertips
They shiver like gentle ripples in a pool

Toss me a book from the Alcove
And set my world ablaze
Take me to inspired sunsets;
Let me relinquish the icy glaze

As my body chills to the marrow, Let
The powers of our mind forget
The scalding freeze, but instead set
The mind free from all that threat.

Let us read then, in the Alcove,
Hunched in wool blankets,
As we ride from reality’s icy world
Into our fantastical sunset.

It’s interesting to see
That when we have it, we love it
That when we don’t, we loathe it
We attach so much emotion, so much pain
So much amusing, so much taint

I want to pull myself out, pull the plug
Rise from the ashes, emerge from the quicksand
But its necessity and functionality
Has rooted so much of natural life
So much interaction to it
It’s integral, never ethereal
It can never be.
–I need to master the rules, then break it
Only to lose again…?

I remember the days
We used to kneel
By the river
And yelled heatedly there

Our shouts echoed
Across the tepid river
The fishes swam
Bubbling without care

The world was ours
And ours truly
When nothing else followed
Our burning passions headed there

As if the moment froze in time
If we got cold winds from outside
Worlds, we would yell no in thunder
And tremble the air warm again.

Now the reminiscing
Gives me a slight, chilly despair
For I knew if those days held its place
We could do anything, we could fight anywhere

Where has that youthful courage, that fiery ardor gone?