Avarice
I always want what I don’t have.
I must possess that which I crave.
I cannot master my desire.
So, to my whims I am a slave.
I think sometimes it’s not so bad.
I can make do with so much less.
But then I see “fill-in-the-blank”
And as I see, I must possess.
So, give me more and give me new
In hope that I might find my bliss.
And ever deeper I will fall,
Mastered by my avarice.
Copyright © Stephen Tefft | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment