No Satisfaction

There's no satisfaction here.
There's no satisfaction in having everything I want.
There's no satisfaction in having the shoes on my feet.
There's no satisfaction in having the clothes on my back.
There's no satisfaction in having food in my stomach three times a day.
There's no satisfaction in having this computer in front of me.
There's no satisfaction in having a car to drive.
There's no satisfaction in Facebook.
There's no satisfaction in the money I have.
There's no satisfaction in my school.
There's no satisfaction here tonight.

How can there be?

How can I be satisfied when a hunger thrives within me?
A hunger deeper than food can reach.
How can I be satisfied when there are people who need help?
Who need my food more than me?
Who need my water more than me?
Who need my blankets more?
Who need my shoes more?
Who need my clothes more?
Who need my shelter more?

There is no satisfaction here tonight.

A Poem I Wrote

I wrote this a long time ago. It's called Night Dweller:

No longer shall I fear life
The behind is gone
No memories to miss
I face now this offer
To live while surviving

My heart moves closer to day
Further from the night
Waves of rest rush over me
Touching the deepest crevice of my soul

Sound of silence
Fear in my heart
I'm not the same
Old forever to be forfeited
No reason more have I to dwell
In the ever long streets of the night