A hunger resides in the night

Rumbling through the mind

As distant thunder

And looming flares of red

–

In its enclosing rage

The world’s ensnared with a fever dream

Tussling feral

Razed to ruin by each other

–

In the tragic silence

Of their smoldering demise

Old pains are emboldened

With a new range of scars

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A gnawing pit only deepens

In the greying years after

Having grazed a reverie

To be maimed in return