Cravings, like a user, and abuser,
Chasing his next brief moment of bliss.
Turning his finger on his accuser,
Sinking deeper into his internal abyss.
I suffer from such cravings of the heart.
Feeling a need to seek within myself.
Searching, like Lewis and Clark,
But finding nothing but a bare shelf.
As barren and lifeless as my soul is,
A desert waste where nothing grows.
Compassion dried out, leaving me lifeless,
Results of everything I have chose.
This hole through me separating
My body, my heart, and my soul.
Causing every nerve ending to sting.
Saturating pain taking it's toll.
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