Wild Cravings

I have been like a ravenous beast,

eyes bulging,

seeking its prey.

 

I have not been at peace.

 

Scanning the earth,

grasping at comfort,

greedy for pleasure.

 

I’m out of my lair.

 

God once was my home,

green pastures for resting,

still waters for drinking.

 

No reason to roam.

 

Deceptive visions then lured me,

raging passions then drove me,

I became hungry and feral.

 

Domestic no more.

 

Now I roam and devour,

feeding and feeding,

upon worldly pleasure.

 

Eating and eating,

and for all my eating—

 

I starve.

 

~FS