Unsated.
Sheer raw need is no less
than gross unfed
internal hunger.
It eats calm alive, knives
holes in pride with no
aiding balm.
Gut-hurt pains and never
subsides.
It rides emotions like wild
untameable
and tireless steeds.
Nostalgia cannot succeed
in relieving this kind
of loneliness.
Thorned thoughts sting every
corner of grieving
minds and
betrayed cores.
Open, scarred yet unspoken
feelings stick tightly
to throats
exposed to solo.
Sighs turn septic, throw
fuses on tears
which bleed frustration
almost incessantly.
Best is closure so hunger
can then turn
elsewhere for comfort
of care\'s desserts
for it knows how much
unsated love hurts.