Explore

The caverns of my mind,

Dig deep inside,

And you may find,

The remnants of a tragedy.

For what is poetry,

But assorted hardships?

Wanting love is simply covetry,

The product of wasted time.

When you’ve waited so long

In order to find your soul,

Every lover’s intent seems wrong,

Nothing ever makes you whole.

Sometimes I am so eager to please

The whims of my mindset,

That happiness just seems a tease,

An entity ubiquitous yet.

It’s all a matter of appeasing your heart,

When it seems there’s little else left.

It’s all a matter of extracting a part

Of the eternal greed not bereft.

Abandonment

Of this

Greed

Is

Not

Viable.