Hungry

the craving for a new emotion

overwhelms my being

the desire to feel what nobody has

consistently kills me

much like a sweet tooth

for a rich indulgent cake

layers so tall you wonder if they’re real

with icing so thick, you fall into coma

this emotion of feeling the lack of emotion

is enough to make a grown woman cry

but the craving has turned to a hunger

a desperation

a necessity for life

for if i am the same

if i am not the god who nobody praises

or the fallen hero, hindered by crowd

then who am i

who am i but the undiscovered 

the god