Demons of Desire
A poem
A poem
Cravings claw at my insides,
hunger beasts prowling,
gnashing teeth of obsession.
An endless cycle of emptiness,
black holes gorging endlessly,
never feeling sated, full.
I try to starve them out
but they only grow more ravenous,
their howls deafening.
These demons of desire
possess my weary spirit
tempting me into submission.
They dangle their poisoned fruits,
luscious distractions, escapes,
promising sweet release.
But their nectar yields only
momentary respite,
then deeper thirst plunges me lower
into an abyss of ache,
the high fleeting crash, bone-breaking.
How to drive out these fiends
that haunt my withered soul?
I am too feeble to resist.
They feed on my frailty,
my lack of fortitude,
growing ever more monstrous
until they have consumed
every last shred of me.
A husk howling into the void.
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