craving

 

Burning deep into my soul

It’s a longing no one should ever know

It’s the one itch I feel that I can’t scratch

Like the anticipation just before the climax

Multiplied by about a hundred

I CRAVE the taste of my own blood

My hands start to shake as I begin to reach

My thoughts turn hypocritical, practice what you preach.

 

Reviews

[Jessica R.]

This poem just radiates with the need to do something. It gets the meaning across very well, and although it is short, it doesn't need to be added to. I like how some of the lines rhyme, but then some don't-- it just adds to the meaning of the poem.