The Hollow

cravings gnaw
screams of mute desires
hunger ravaging
unrelenting taunts

the search
for sustenance, substance
this starving spirit now
memory, loneliness
ancient appetites left unfed
the plate of comfort, broken

shattered is the chalice
vanished the cup of love
no audience remains
to silence these endless calls
for the needs of one solitary life

what of the wound of human
what can heal where no
drug can reach, no hand touch
wounds bleed, infections grow
constantly consuming

silent in the screams
fullfilled in the desires
within the gap broken ones
lies comfort
a solitary whisper rises

waiting to be heard and known
a voice from all chaos rises
a word is sliced and a touch dropped
into the hollow, hallowed