Known Needs – a poem

The want for so much is a well travelled road

With known variables, born of the colourless

Worlds whereof once hale dreams go to die,

Leading to the same ends, sharp and brittle

Without hope of surcease or soothing touches.


Dark and empty yawn the chasms of want,

Desire and caprice driving all motions, actions

Formed amidst the cradles of fabricated need,

The lies of senses, perception twisted to evil

Purposes where shrivel all routes of recourse.



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