Category: Writers Block
It comes at the most unexpected times, this hunger that always is here,
Like a predator, it stalks,
Jumpping out of bushes,
Hiding in shadowy places,
Sneaking up from behind ,
It prevails,
It has no sympathy, no impathy, not even
Any need to flee,
Bringing out the dark side,
Hiding the light within,
Will it ever stop?
Will its perpetual nagging ever leave?
What does it want this unending hunger?
It makes its choice running through the veins
Like someone's poisonous blood,
A tidal wave of infestation,
It should surely die sometime,
For all things end,
But now,
It is unending hunger,
When it began is unknown,
When it will end is not shown.
Very sweet poem, and you did very well in everything. Yes, you got the punctuations.