This feeling of loneliness
is only a passion
all of its own
My heart feels futile
as casting nets
in the emptiest sea.
I ache like an empty hunger
pulling me inside myself
I pull away from offers of love
This sinking need
would drown any near enough to be touched
and pulled under
Overwheming emotion
Will this hunger ever subside?
such that I can eat like a civilized lady?
Rather than take everything into my mouth
like a voracious animal?
Sucking blood
like a leech
Each man unaware
of the growling
in the bowles
of my urgent yearning
The empty, yawning abyss
in my heart