Weird Creatures
Humans are such weird creatures.
We crave things so desperately,
and even sacrifice necessities to obtain these things.
Yet in a twist of terribly tragic irony,
once it is in our clumsy grips
it loses all value.
It ceases to matter to our fickle selves.
You stray from the side of loyal companions.
Trade diamonds for Fool's Gold.
A lover who doesn't betray you,
you now betray.
It surely must be entertaining for all those above to watch.
But to us it stings, dripping with treacherous venom
Until it is our turn,
to do the same thing that cut us so deep
to another innocent soul.
Just to ease our own pain.
Oh, how truly strange creatures we all are...
Copyright © Scott Young | Year Posted 2015
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