Lying here,
Tortured by tulmultous thoughts that,
Should not be.
Should not be granted an audience
In my mind.
Much less be put to paper.
Is it really the human condition,
To be constantly wanting?
Never satiated, like the constant,
Gnawing hunter of some fierce and rabid predator.
Always craving that next gain, that next meal,
Are we cursed to forever seek the brass ring,
Hungry for the next run on a never ending ladder,
Never happy with what we do possess, only striving for the next object that we will
Possess.
Salivating over the next
Greatly anticipated morsel,
Like a emaciated dog, straining against the chains that bind him,
For one more piece of rotted flesh.
How did I come to be
This way?
Please tell me what you think
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Love this...makes me think you really did sit down with a notebook some night you couldn't sleep, and just put down thoughts....love love...you're such a natural..
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whoooot
good stuff
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Like it
Very good indeed. I really like the raw unfettered honesty and longing you conjure up. the only thing I would change is to lose the "(possess)", you don't need it.
Nice piece of work, well done.
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excellent work
oh god,it conveyes so much of pain!well expressed!
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greed
greed and 'hunger' lies in us all... it's how much we listen to it that matters. Without some sort of ambition or motivation we would get nowhere, but if you give in to it entirely it will consume you and you'll never be happy. This was a decent write.. some of it came off a little awkward in the wording and line placement.. but maybe that's just the way I read it... either way I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing.
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