hungry

I wake up hungry.
go to bed hungry.
but it's not for food.
it's for something else.
some
intangible thing
I can't put my hands on,
wrap my
brain around.
something deep within.
a spiritual longing
to get things right.
to dispose of the past
and let go
of all that was wrong,
all that was darkness,
not a glimmer of truth
or light.
my stomach grumbles
with it,
my heart aches, my
mind races with ideas,
I need a buffet of
affection, or knowledge,
I need a large plate
of love, I need to feed
the emptiness within.