Perfect lines <br />perfect space <br />Perfect formation <br />but nothing <br /> <br />Nothing to inspire <br />no well to draw from <br />when the truth runs dry <br />the lie grows <br /> <br />I plead with you, come fourth <br />and feed the hunger <br />that lives here <br />deep inside me <br /> <br />You were there <br />feeling the same pain <br />as lust is born <br />from deaths longing <br /> <br />Enlighten me my friend <br />give me what I need <br />feel me <br />and my fragile torment <br /> <br />Glare with me <br />blindly <br />across the vast dead canvas <br />behind the mask you wear <br /> <br />For what <br />must a vial be <br />but to hide such beauty <br />from the pleading eye <br /> <br />Cut deep <br />to pierce the wounds <br />that bleed the waters <br />of pure pain <br /> <br />Unleash the thirst <br />of raw emotion <br />that rains religiously <br />from every pore <br /> <br />That spawned the past <br />and then at last <br />it’s gone <br />there's nothing more<br /><br />Clifton Redmond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starved-5/
