the hunger

the hunger, strong and manipulative.

the weak, sure to give in to

the hunger's soft cooing, drawing

the people nearer, taking them.

the hunger has broken my will

the desire to shrivel, desire to be thin.

the hunger calls me and rattles the walls.

the noises are noticed but not responded to, at all.

the hunger, my enemy. the food, my poison
the more it lures me, the faster I run.
the hunger must be fought, though I am frail.
the thought of feeding, my worst nightmare.
the hunger has made me what I am;
the small, weak, shadow of who I once was.
the hunger is shrinking me, killing me;
the more I ache, the more hollow I become.
the hunger has got a hold, a grip so tight.
the sun doesn't shine for me anymore,
the hunger keeps the clouds up above,
the sign of my sickness, unfixable, I rot.
the hunger, you can eat, or you can not.