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The hunger of pain is addictive.
It may not always be present,
But once it strikes,
It’s like a rose into the fire-
Beautiful but dangerous to pick out again.
Once it leaves you,
You are never the same again-
Bruised, burnt and battered badly.
The desire of it, however, still burns within us all.
We may be ignorant of this simple fact,
But we do crave that disappointing,
And torturous agony.
We may or may not know what we are actually walking into-
A simple obstacle or the most complicated trial of our lives.
We have that glowing hunger within us all and it is just going to grow
Until it burn us completely…
Turning us into small particles that only float in the air…
© Pryaska Goorhoo