My soul screams to be fed.
What would you do if I
told you that my soul screams to be fed?
Would you gather me in your arms,
and hold me close, kissing the hunger away,
or would you step back and
watch me crumble from the weakening need?
What would you do if I told you I felt so cold,
so void of warmth, that I shiver deeply?
Would you cast a spark of heated passion my way,
or would you throw a cup of cold rejection
over me and watch me freeze?
What would you do if I told you that I was
sitting in a dark corner in my mind,
huddled and hiding, fighting not to lose sight of me?
Would you kneel down, and reach through the dark,
and raise me up, lifting me into the light with you,
or in your haste to get away would you push
me down further, not hearing my desperate
pleas before I drown in the muck?
I shudder at thinking these thoughts,
standing on an edge so desperately close
to teetering one way or another.
So lost inside.
A craziness that threatens everything I am,
everything I was,
everything I am yet to be.
I scream out as the
brutal tide of cascading emotions assault me.
I am pulled down unmercifully,
fighting the raging currents,
as I am pushed and dragged along the bottom.
I claw and kick,
struggling against the waves of insanity,
screaming out shakily.
Then just as suddenly as it started,
it crashed to an end,
leaving me breathless, trembling and torn.
I close my eyes,
afraid to show how lost I am inside,
afraid I am soulless,
not wanting to know,
but needing to know,
the answers that seem to stay outside my reach.
As I dance with a devil,
and play with an angel.
Letting them wage war over the tattered
remnants of something that I am no longer,
to know it is not worthy of any one effort.
I lower my head and
turn my battered and bruised spirit to the welcoming
Getting lost in the shadows.
Looking up with blank eyes.
What would you do if I told you,
my soul was screaming to be fed?
© 2010 ~Laurie~