In the shadows of my mind, I often wonder,
The source of this hunger, tearing me asunder.
Head hunger, emotional hunger, they intertwine,
Leaving me to question, what’s truly in this design?
Am I hungry for sustenance, for a meal so divine?
Or does my soul crave something, a feeling undefined?
When did I last eat, my memory’s so faint,
In the labyrinth of emotions, I find myself quaint.
Am I thirsty for life, for passion’s sweet embrace?
Or am I angry, tired, lost in this endless maze?
The tumult of my heart, am I upset or torn,
In the depths of my psyche, am I reborn?
Boredom, like a phantom, lurking in the night,
Calls forth these cravings, an insatiable appetite.
How can I decipher what my heart truly needs,
When it’s obscured by these countless misdeeds?
I seek to refocus, to mend my troubled soul,
To bridge the gap between head and heart, make myself whole
A walk in nature’s beauty, or a friend’s warm embrace,
Can help dispel this hunger, bring a sense of grace.
Emotional eating, a tempting siren’s song,
Yet if we’re not truly hungry, we must not go wrong.
For if we are but seeking, an emotional salve,
We can find other ways to heal, to be brave.
Let us nourish our souls, with love and compassion’s art,
Fill our hearts with joy, and not just our plate in part.
For head hunger and emotional hunger, they may collide,
But within ourselves, the answers to both reside.