Greed

Sycamore branches sway Taunted by the wind’s heavy breath In the nights’ black encompassing blanket, Silence echoes emptiness, Suspended laughter rings Upon merciless deaf ears, Choked backed tears traced on forgotten faces, Anguished hearts crushed on lost paths, Blindness or destiny—it matters not; Shriveled gray hands extended— Grasping disappearing slivers Of hope— Once promised in a single breath - At conception. The balance—lost; Greed lurks in earths’ corners, Waiting to blind and bringing Lack of sympathy!