Obsession
By heinzs
There is a hunger, burning, in my soul -- deep yearning. Unnamed, unspoken emptiness -- a dark and deep black hole of distress. Desperately seeking any solace I try to fill this void, this space. Food, sex, gambling, drugs -- I've tried them all, and still it tugs -- dragging me I know not where, to guess at I don't even dare! Obsession has its strangle hold on me. If only I could be set free! My pleas for help fall on deaf ears. I seem doomed to live my deepest fears. "Allah! God! Yahweh!" I cry and stretch my arms towards the sky. "Give me a sign -- a gift of love -- assist me from your throne above!" But silence is my sole response. The implication thereof haunts and mocks me -- fills my head. I think He cares not -- or is dead. But stop! I cannot thus believe. My faith I must at once retrieve -- and this, to circumvent depression, can be my ultimate obsession. 11/6/2001 Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 02:20 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 1
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