Loss
Why is it so much harder
to lose than to gain?
Why does what we don’t possess
plague us so much, while all we have
is so abundant?
Is it a kind of Darwinian determinism?
Determined to hunger for what we imagine?
Gratification devolves into disappointment
in an instant.
Like food fed into a grinder,
Pulp recycled into new hungers.
If I could lose my hunger,
Maybe I could lose my loss?
©dbyrne jan 2014
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2014
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