Possess me tonight,
So I may fathom why is it,
That we often see what we do not
Possess; falling into a greed that
Feels like an obsession went
Wrong; like an experiment
That has no end result.
Like a cold insult,
Carved on the obstinate mindset-
Is the cursed belief that,
Our blessed gifts are insufficient,
Inadequate, and too modest,
To be valued or treasured; but
We sink deeper into desires and pursuit.
Of greener pastures, gentler touches,
Flames that burn on ferocious torches;
Rocks that gleam brighter than stars,
Words sweeter than nectar of flowers;
Risk losing the goodness we possess,
When we succumb to obsess,
Over what we have no access;
Then our souls shall confess,
Not to a spiritual abbess -
But the reflections that address,
Dark cloaks of envy we should undress.
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