A food of cravings

      Such things there as cravings. How to end the
reasoning of need.

       Sitting here awaiting for dryer to complete cycle
and hoping that sleep will force itself upon my soul.

       Ah much too much is rumbling inside my head.
The mind is crunching down upon memories that
leave open sights that I loved. Oh how to close them
off. No more of a weakness that becomes a
vunerability.

        Such are cravings. Issues that beckon a taste. A
sight, a scent to inhale. Ah drifting closer and closer
to pursue exercises. At one in morning? Wise? Oh no.
Still I know no other way to cease the cravings.

        Food. Drinks. Ah how creativity becomes a must.
How to walk way out path to avoid all that is tickling
me inside. Ah dear friend how do you eliminate that
feeling?

       Closing my eyes I lean my head back. Hoping that
the burning, the desire comes to a screaming halt.

       Ah Jehovah I ask of you to help me strengthen
myself and overcome to reality of the moment.

       Cotton pressing. Oh such control the mind has
over something so intense.

       Opening the eyes. Shock that is there. The heated
memory. The cautious breath.

      Oh how I just pray to end discomfort. To no longer
be growling in need. No longer hoping for a craving.
To finally slip into the coolness of sheets. Erasing
mind of the vague need of one thing. One craving.

     Just smile for me. Whenever I see you. Please.