Plea Of The Desperate Poem by Sandra jacks

Unable to quench.....
The thirst
Again......give me something tonight,
Something more than dawns first light
Lift my spirit today...tonight,
Confusing the darkness for the....light again
Emptiness,
Leave me...my companion,
You tease me,
With your cruel taunting...
So cold, alone....not lifted...but thrown.
This dark abyss of screeching pain,
Ripping at the inner most hunger I sustain....
At last my freedom has said...adieu...
Barricaded,
A prisoner...of my own....making,
Taking hits from every side...
The kill shot is aimed...
The bullet has taken flight.