Thrist

Thirst

Empty hearts.
Why so empty
Fill the void.
Stop the endless yearning for something that gives me meaning.
Thirst for love.
Thirst for belongingness.
Thirst for hope.
My heart thirsting for more
Tried pills
Tried girls
Tried things
Nothing seems to fill my void.
Each one giving temporary relief
No, not relief
A temporary reprieve from remembering the meaninglessness
An answer must be found.
Searching everywhere
Stumbling on a book
A book so old and irrelevant to my life
Yet so filling and whole
No too simple. Too easy
A dusty old book
Written by crazy old men
Why, Why?
A prayer
I laugh, I mock.
I jeer, I ignore.
Those simple words
Seems for the weak
My heart seems to yearn for those words.
My head says it’s stupid, for the moronic, for kids, for the fragile, for the gullible
But the void brings me pain.
I pick it up.
I turn the dusty pages.
I read a verse
More verses
A chapter
More and more I read
My head spinning, world crumbling
Why can’t I put it down?
Nothing seems to compare.
This man seems so loving and perfect
A prayer…
Knees become weak
Tears flow on the pages.
Please the man of this book
Help take away this pain
This void in my heart
Help change me, help save me
My heart seems to groan and moan
I clench my chest
Not the pain again…
…its seems different
This feeling warms my heart,
My life seems new
The void seems filled with a…
joy…joy of life
My life changed forever
All this I owe to the man of the book.