Monday, July 12, 2010
You want too much.
Cloaking the greed in a mantel of caring,
cloaking the need even from yourself.
So easily we are lured with the complacency of friendship,
giving rise to our own hidden desire to be heard.
Questions, like tendrils snaking into my soul,
seeking to know that which I hold true and dear.
Questions clouded in the caring, to be devoured….
to feed the greed, to satisfy the need,
and leaving my empty shell behind,
Wondering what hit me.
Posted by The Quiet Riot