its as though I am not complete,
there is a gaping vacuum,
and i watch my self from a distance,
coz only from a distance am i able to bear what it is I see,
i see a raw desire,
the makings of which cannot be compared with a raging fire,
my hands are tired; aching from the constant stretching and reaching,
when oh when no how will i finally be free of this wanting
this yearning, i have done practically everything,
its concievable, i have tried nearly the unthinkable,
seen things, done things, thought things,changed things,
always and never attaining freedom my wanton incarceration.
its like longing, pining to be filled,
i would even take it if i could, i have covered it over,
that would induce a mistaken sense of rest,
lest the day should come that i would be right back at it again
its a craving to be filled,
a desire to be complete,
a yearning to be re-united,
a longing to be free and free indeed.
what are you craving for to fill your vacuum?