Hunger

What is this hunger that will not ceast?
I feed it and feed it, yet, I'm not at peace.
I am not satisfied, I am not full.
What is this hunger? Why is it so cruel?

I am ravaged by it both day and night.
I am left unwhole, seeking more to sustain life.
What is this hunger? Why am I ever grasping to fill its plight?

Oh how it keeps me walking the floors o'er into the night;
That not even sleep soothes it's raging heights.

Is it some unfulfilled absence I lack possession of?
Substituting substance, where there is a need for Love.
Maybe the very denial of what the heart desires;
Fans the flames of this hunger's rentless fires.

Here is thy psalm my debt to thee;
Please leave me now and go in peace.
Consume not, my heart's mind;
Release me, these ties unbind.

Hunger,  please, let me go, set me free;
And I'll become Love's Sista for eternity.