Dissatisfaction
what realms
scream beyond our satisfaction?
what truths
do we pretend to hold?
what pride
is it that we say we walk with,
just outside the next store where
we sell our “souls”?
what face
is that which we refuse to look
at,
when forced into the mirror
reflect?
what conversation
might we have with ourselves, to
convince that we are worthy of
respect?
no one gets all that they want
when life so short will not reveal
that nothing offered’s good enough
if dissatisfaction is the only thing
that’s real.
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