To Covet Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski
To Covet
Realization, sharpening my mind,
Plunges deeper than a dagger.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.
Eyes, moist with regret,
Stare blankly into nothing.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.
Loss, leaking from a broken shell,
Dominates all that is.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.
Smile, crooked with truth,
Metamorphs into ice.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.
Happiness, poisoning my perspective,
Inebriates the senses.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.
Yet still awake.
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4/23/2024 11:30:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We all have the urge to covet some more then others. A mere obsession wrapped in chains. With whips we try to tame. But do the scars we leave make them or us victims? A skewed perspective. A misrepresentation of what it is to be owned. Pretty globe, pretty ball, watch as I shake it and the snow falls. Thanks for sharing brilliant the poem.