Poem: Unending Aching

we are born hungry
gasping for breath
crying for something
and needing it now
sucking it in
spitting it out
endlessly aching
always looking
ever seeking
picking and choosing
maybe it’s this?
maybe it’s that?
maybe it’s you?

finding comfort
fleeting elation
some satisfaction
for a moment or two
touch of skin
warmth of breath
heart beat so near

now back to the aching
of that comfortlessness
black hole consumption
siphoning me down

no wonder so many
go stark raving mad
how do you stop this
incessant want?

It hurts.

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