Selfish Particles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Desires running rampant, filling my mind with a transparent
curtain, barely keeping me on this side of it.

Wanting and needing all of them to be expressed in this life
time, running around, looking and knowing that they will
always be tantamount in an inner life.

Solemn questions prying open my mind, while looking within
at the desires looking back at me.

Reasoning and logic make no sense to desires, they are
existing strictly from my ego, wanting to be fulfilled
as they are the selfish particles of who I am.