The Craving

 

 

Blank page sits silently screaming, 

    staring at me like a frail, famished child

hungering for some mere morsel of kindness.

Please, my greedy feeder,

toss me one stale and crusty crumb

that I might crave the delight of another.....

that will never come

until poet pen satisfies my cruelest hunger

with its cleverest conclusion.

Barren bed weeps wishfully whispering,

beckoning to me like a sweet song siren

bawling alone atop crags of an angry sea.

Please, my selfish lover,

touch me with your painful tenderness

that I might revel in delight of another...

that will never come

until midnight lusts fulfill my cruelest yearning

with comfort's imperfect illusion.

Darkest hour stalks savagely looming,

frightening me like a reaper's cold stare

searing my mind with its unknown cavern void.

Please, my tragic tormentor,

take me to your merciless darkness

that I might forget the delight of another...

that will never come

until sweet death releases my cruelest suffering

from this slumbering delusion.

~P.S. Colley~

                                                                                        c. 2026