Sometimes
In the dark of night
You wake to feel
The rumble of it
Inside of you,
Not an earthquake,
Yet the earth still move,
This thing you can’t
eradicate
It has a life of its own,
A passion for survival
A need to be fed,
Stirring at all
The odd hours,
Waking you
With its hunger,
And you, alone,
Maybe scared,
Unable to satisfy it
And must endure
Its pain
Until he feeling fades
Sunlight somehow
Extinguishes
What the night time
Inspires,
And you live
Through daylight
Knowing
Its hunger
Will come again
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