Craving

As I sit there, eyes completely absorbed
into the rectangular wall of light,
I experience a strange feeling,
A rumbling from deep within me.
What is this, this craving?
The origin of this uncomfortableness
remains unknown. A mystery, soon solved.
I continue about my evening routine,
when yet again, another strike to my
very being, sends a jolt throughout me.
I hear what sounds like the grumbling
of a caged beast. A large one at that.
I try to resist and constrain this emotion.
I fail. I find myself being picked up,
almost dragged to the door,
in search of something that still
remains yet a mystery, hoping for an answer.
Step after step, for several steps,
I traverse the long, narrow hallway
which seems to be closing in the further I go.
I walk aimlessly, wondering where
I am being taken. What awaits me?
I reach a door. Beyond that door, stairs.
As I cautiously begin my descent,
I feel the extreme movement inside me.
I must be drawing near, near to something.
At the bottom of these stairs, is yet another door.
Again, I open it. Darkness. And then, a dim light, accompanied
by an ingratiating brightness, draws me closer.
I find myself nearly brought to the ground,
by this, this, seemingly unsatisfiable craving.
When suddenly, my eyes adjust to the contrasting
light and dark, and I realize, in all its amazingness,
stands before me....a vending machine.
The answer to the unknown feeling inside me:
Hunger. The problem, now solved,
as I take from my pocket,
a crisp green paper blotted with ink.
And a salubrious product falls to the floor.
Chocolate. I bring the sensational
sustenance to my mouth,
encompassing its extreme richness
to my delight.
The end result, my craving solved.
The beast inside me tamed,
for one more night.