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.
3 comments:
Dark, Heavy, Burdened with Pain
Hope all is well,
Dan
I'm all good. Much of my poetry is taken from reactions and/or feelings of others. This piece came about after all of the weird threads about things like "What was your worst life experience, etc." It's like people picking away at your soul. If I'm ever actually 'down" you will never hear about it. lol I like to keep that kind of stuff private.
God, I thought you were sending me a message...LOL Is this new? I've never read it before (at least that I can remember). Introspection? A fleeting confused thought?
Questions, like tendrils snaking into my soul,
seeking to know that which I hold true and dear. Wow, love the image from this line.
BTW...how do you join, follow or whatever they call it here?
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