Need is alive and well
clumped, clutching the belly
where it often dwells.
Need rises heavily
and steadily
devours the will
posed on the tongue
fearing disclosure
until the body is wrung
out.
Out of time.
Out of strength.
Out of courage
to speak one’s mind.
Then, Need sinks below
The threshold;
travels down the spine
all the way to one’s toes
which curl against the road
before starting to run
away with thoughts.
Need circles around
and around
and around
Need cannot be out-run.
Need always finds a way
to be heard.
annarino writes 