I keep waking up with an unshakeable hunger-
A starvation-
A thirst
Withdrawal from something I don't honestly think I've ever tasted.
I'd hunt for it
like a vampire who has just had their first drink of blood.
I'd fight for it
like a mother bear protecting her new and young cub.
I'd quake, jitter and wrestle feverish hot sweats for it
like a drug addict, battling fresh symptoms of withdrawal.
I'd weep for it
like a widow mourning the loss of their life partner of 60 years.
I'd throw terrible and glass shattering tantrums over it
like a toddler who wants to gobble down more ice cream cake.
I'd make impulsive, life altering choices for it
like a young, rebellious teen
just for the slightest opportunity,
that I may obtain it,
even if it were only just for a single day.
But how can one itch
so feverishly,
for something they most likely never had
or never will taste?