The Hunger.

It's back again,
gnawing
and gnashing its teeth,
searching for an entrance
into my place of refuge.
It encourages me;
I feel the familiar
surge
of undisputed energy,
though it's incapable of
sustaining me for long
intervals.

It's back again,
after I kept my guard up
and secured my worth.
It understands why I've
been luring it away,
busying myself with
truths I can touch,
whetting my knives for
defense and pitiful
consolation.

It's back again,
just when I thought I'd
mastered the art of
control.
It unearths what little
resolve I had,
and now, I am simply
its stomach.