Nothing - naught a thing -
Fills my festering Want Hole;
This void is a toxic warning
The same to blacken my pockmarked soul.
My sole desire seems ever
Changing shifting morphing
Into a new dream beyond waking
Remembering forsaken things forgotten -
And I keep spilling slipping sliding
Cascading ever sideways
Down the slippery slope of my Want Hole,
So void-full
To the soul.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Nothing - naught a thing -
Fills my festering Want Hole;
This void is a toxic warning
The same to blacken my pockmarked soul.
My sole desire seems ever
Changing shifting morphing
Into a new dream beyond waking
Remembering forsaken things forgotten -
And I keep spilling slipping sliding
Cascading ever sideways
Down the slippery slope of my Want Hole,
So void-full
To the soul.
Whenever I get what I want, invariably, I no longer want what I have.
Edited out first stanza:
"I am a liar.
I perpetuate these paltry
Claims of desire which are
Proven false once fulfilled -
I am a liar,
Claiming desire when it's nil. "
