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It rages in my head
It’s hunger goes unfed.
Crawling like an almighty dread,
Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.

The need and greed consumes me,
It ripples through my brain
Pushing me beyond the brink of pain.
To lift me high then dash me down again .

They crawl and grab
They lunge and stab.
Body to body soul to soul
They creep through my head to reach their goal.

They grapple they bite and suck.
I cry and curse my luck.
The sword fights the cross
It starts to burn
Thundering through my head I yearn.

To be eased, appeased
Sated and pleased.
Barren dried out and teased.
It is eating me up never letting me rest.
I need it, I demand it this is not a request.
It’s driving me mad
Making me sad.
I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.

It is gnawing me, goring me,
Splitting me in two
They all creep inside me what am I to do.
Help me, help me I am going mad
Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!

27 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ivor20
    Apr 25, 2022 @ 13:21:07

    Oh this must be so freaking tormenting torture Willow … I so hope the pain ease for you … ((Hugs)) .. 💛🌝🤗


  2. Ritu
    Apr 25, 2022 @ 13:44:26

    Deep, Sis! 💛


  3. Frank Hubeny
    Apr 25, 2022 @ 13:50:30

    Very well described situation. I imagine many of us have experienced something like this. I especially liked this line: “It is eating me up never letting me rest.”


  4. Iswar Prasad Kar
    Apr 25, 2022 @ 14:02:41

    Well expressed


  5. KL Caley
    Apr 25, 2022 @ 19:12:50

    Wow, what a wonderful powerful post Willow. KL ❤️


  6. Marsha
    Apr 26, 2022 @ 20:11:38

    Wow! I’m glad you wrote from memory, my friend. The picture your words brought to me is night time with Mutter Nutter. He sneaked onto the bed light as a feather. Stealthily he falls my head hidden under the covers. Behind my head he lies down, stretching the full length of my king-sized pillow. Then he strokes my hair with his claws. He might par my cheek or closed eyelid with his paw. Or sh sits and stares at me until I open my eyes. I can feel his presence. and so does Puppy Girl who lets out a quiet middle-of-the-night growl from under the covers. I wake as Nutters steps gently on my neck on his way to the nightstand, his job done. I get up and fill his food owl. It’s 2:26 am. I stumble back to bed.


  7. robertawrites235681907
    May 03, 2022 @ 03:57:13

    This is a most excellent poem, Willow. Would you like to be my June Treasuring Poetry guest? I can’t find an email address for you, but if you are interested, please email me at sirchoc[at]outlook[dot]com


  8. Teoriprøve Bil
    May 16, 2022 @ 13:27:28

    Great work, wonderful written!


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