Title: Hunger

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The storm is a savage beast.
It's teeth are bared and its mouth swells wide.
From its ferocity I must hide,
In some safe haven, where it cannot feast.

 

In the morning, he would have been.


The morning turtledove flew here fleeing.


The morning, the earth, everything else.


And a sledge-hammer crashes to the ground. when morning comes the trees are bare.


Is the morning of our death.


None of the above



And in the morning, on her way to school, she’d stop.


The morning turtledove flew into the living room window.


And the evening and the morning were the fifth day.


And when morning came, she was already gone.


The morning, and i saw the eagle that day.


None of the above



A storm is brewing in my soul.


In the storm, the water seeks the lowest point.


A storm is brewing in my blood.


I pity a storm that does not come.


The storm has slackened, the wind has quieted.


None of the above



The storm is a typhoon.


The storm is a rumble.


The storm is a raging tempest.


The storm is a mighty tempest.


The storm is a savage beast.


None of the above



The wind a violent savage.


It slams into you with a vengeance.


It's teeth are bared and its mouth swells wide


I've seen it up close and personal.


It can wreak havoc on a town,


None of the above



And there is the cause of the fear which world wide.


The fear of being judged, both inside and outside.


The fear i felt when adam tore it outside.


And if fear itself did not provide.


Is the fear of an unknown, unwelcome outside.


None of the above



I growl at myself from the outside.


The lion with a burnt-out growl on his side.


The growl of hounds at my side.


I growl at them from outside.


That growl as they travel worldwide.


None of the above



And what thou canst not do, do or hide.


And sat down in a mossy hide.


I have no need of your hide.


The other one, his own dread, had to hide.


And, in their gloom, the spirits hide.


None of the above



To keep them safe, has compelled the priest.


To me, it seems; safe, steady, and sound; not the least.


Is it safe, said the aged priest.


To some safe haven, where they may feast.


To the safe haven of the southeast.


None of the above