Clifton Redmond - Starved

Perfect lines
perfect space
Perfect formation
but nothing

Nothing to inspire
no well to draw from
when the truth runs dry
the lie grows

I plead with you, come fourth
and feed the hunger
that lives here
deep inside me

You were there
feeling the same pain
as lust is born
from deaths longing

Enlighten me my friend
give me what I need
feel me
and my fragile torment

Glare with me
blindly
across the vast dead canvas
behind the mask you wear

For what
must a vial be
but to hide such beauty
from the pleading eye

Cut deep
to pierce the wounds
that bleed the waters
of pure pain

Unleash the thirst
of raw emotion
that rains religiously
from every pore

That spawned the past
and then at last
it’s gone
there's nothing more

Clifton Redmond

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