Hunger

The force that lives eternal and patient
Always waiting for the moment to strike
Sometimes so quiet you forget it exists
Or loud enough that it blocks out all else

A reminder of our mortality, insatiable
The voice that echoes our inner desires
We fear this beast and we depend on it
All the while we understand that one day

We will be its prey, and it will gleefully gorge
Itself upon our wasted flesh and gnaw apart
Our very bones, cracking them to reveal the
Meat, satisfying its terrible hunger at long last.

Indulgence

A little longer
is all that I need.

A couple more hours,
days, months, or years,
and I will be over this pain.

I will awaken in the morning
with a smile already on my lips,
and I will look forward to the day,
to the wonders that I know await me.

Not quite yet,
but soon.

Far and Wide

In these weathered hands and cracked feet
I see the years of my youth

In these aching bones and shaking limbs
I feel the follies of my past

In all of my joyful laughter and bitter tears
I hear my family and friends

In this maybe-wise heart and ageless soul
I know the life I have found