Whispered Wanderings

Can’t really explain where this little ray of sunshine came from today… but who am I to not respond when the words demand to be written?

Empty

See this vessel that has given all it had,
without receiving in return enough to fill,
so unconsciously began to fill itself instead
in ways it should never have chosen:
become intent on the sacrifice of slow self-destruction.
It’s not as though she’s never known love;
She’s just forgotten now, anything but
this hunger deep inside.
This dark and twisting and savage hunger a gaping emptiness of soul
too old
too deep
too hungry
to ever try again.

klm
4/3/22