Satisfy the hunger...

Pain is invisible 

the effects can be seen

in the faces of those that suffer

in the demeanour of the burdened

the shackles of emotional despair hold fast

the poor lost imprisoned soul that knows no hope

while the addict toils in trembling fear to feed the habit

and while feeding the habit is feeding the fear and the terrors

they all insist that they have free will but seem powerless

without strength without guidance without a compass

no direction no stars to follow no enlightened way

misery is simply a bitter wine and a stale bread

sorrow is a despicable desert not sweetened

the menu of simply existing is a plain fare 

table laid and waiting for poor guests

day in and the day out every day

never satisfying left wanting

not knowing of what they

want nor what would 

satisfy the hunger