There is a hunger
Growing in me
That I'm ashamed of
A hunger that I ignore
By feeding my body
Food -mostly the unhealthy kind
Work- more than I can handle
Problems- that aren't mine
I try to keep myself busy
Distracted
But that hunger grows in me
And I'm ashamed
Nearing the quarter-century mark
And starving for something so...
Basic? Silly?
What's wrong with me?
But there is a hunger
Growing in me
For love
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