David William Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Fields of Avarice

My guilt overflows…
Where shall I go? Where shall I – 
Here I am again… 

My sadness bleeds on…
Where shall I flee? Where shall I – 
Oh great…I land here…

Where IS my Home Sweet
Home? No one cares, but
I do…understand

You…but I’m trapp’d in
Fields of avarice…what path
Shall I choose? That one? 

My sting takes over
My body…floods with poison
Avarice sinks in

My remorse takes toll 
I don’t want to lose control
Where shall I roam to? 

My madness burns on…
Where shall I flee? Where shall I – 
No, I can’t give in…

Where IS my Home Sweet
Home? No one cares, but
I do…care about

You…but I’m rapt in
Fields of avarice…what path
Should I take? This one?

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Duke Beaufort July 13, 2013 at 12:37 PM David, this is very interesting. I think it is our condition to have these feelings and also feel regret about them. I found that over time, things that I longed for did not bring the joy and happiness I wanted, but that giving and love did. Being young was very difficult because I really wanted to be in love, but could not find the means to express what I felt because true love is hard to find. I guess I felt avarice for love and did not really understand that it was like an addiction. David William Breidenthal July 30, 2013 at 6:04 PM Wow...your words are priceless. :) Thanks Duke for everything... J>W>E>