The Drifter's Disease (a poem for the wanderer)

The Drifter's DiseaseThis pang of longingConstantly crushes me-It is an emptiness undefined and insatiable;A hole that expands, endlessly vast,With a gravity of it's own-Pulling me in,Swallowing me down.This craving continues.I search relentlesslyFor that single missing piece...So tired, still waitingTo make myself complete.Always moving on,So restless, lacking peace,And needing what is just barely out of reach-Subservient to this thirstYou could drown out, but never satiate.