In my brumal world I have everything,
Except for the things that make me zing.
Those things one can’t touch nor see,
Mean everything to me.
I had them once before,
But now they are all like lore.
I hunger for them to be mine again,
So I can remember my zen.
They give me materials to fill the void,
But I want what they’ve destroyed.
Those things that make one feel alive,
The ones that would make me strive.
I hunger for those feelings,
I hunger for the emotions they bring.
Emotions like hope and happiness,
That kept away despair and vileness.
I’d ruin every material I have with a bat,
To once again feel an emotion like that.