A hunger is my slave - My master is my grave.
Swallowing bitter Pride, a road i paved which started it all.
Why can't i meet my expectations & talent, will it ever make it through?
Hardened, crusted, dried and cracked from the gravity of evil i have beset.
This feeling, what a great servant, but what a terrible master is it.
I came only to pursue happiness - a power i hopefully found.
Only to be driven by power of my vain pleasure,
Why?
Seeking everywhere, anywhere, anyway, I only found a God-shaped whole.
This image is beneath my skin buried by it's maker of every soul.
Knocking, persevering, to chip the image to only please my Master.
I found money, euphoria, fame, fortune, friends, and family.
Not one I can manage to satisfy my Hunger, my slave or appease my master, the Grave.
Then i found a core, a legacy, the life, a way, an unshakable Truth.
One my master has no control and my slave can lastingly feed.
I found these invisible treasures, an intangible powerful and growing seed.
Love! Hope! & Faith!
Author notes
The answer to the Chaotic Confounds, a search and found and increasingly and unceasingly expended upon these subjects. =)
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Comments
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Reading again this deep spiritual write... I think the line..Seeking everywhere..... the line should end A god-shaped hole?,....G
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You expound on the soulish desires to attain for the flesh, and the hole in one's life it brings....Well penned...Keep penning!
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Nice piece of work. A different look for sure ant the strain of being hungry. You show how it can consume the body and soul. Good form and flow.
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