The Blood & The Bones

void.

it was the want that was heavy
and I knew they could see it, spilling over, hard to hold
no levee built that I had known
they may start down the road with me
to satisfy their own predilection or clarity
to fill their own vacancy
but it’s me who stands alone in the defeat
hands turned towards the sky, arms extended to their limit
palms begging
always
reaching
I know I will never outrun the loud questions thumping in my covetous chest
the feeling of being turned inside out and outside in
hoping to discover what drives the desire, the emptiness
when I should be full, sated on life, on love
so what in my soul was so void I sought feeling even if it was pain?
what was so cold I sought warmth, one and the same, from the hearth or the forest fire?
and will I ever know if it means I am more alone than all others?
or more alive?

the blood
& the bones

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