Greed 1
They are parasites
chewing me
outside in.
Their greed,
motivation,
sucking what little
goodness I have left.
I see the fog which
surrounds them. I want–
I have to run,
far, please God,
protect me.
They burrowed
my skin, pierced,
fragile, so fragile,
I have become.
I am tired.
Hate is draining,
oh how I hate them.
My feet are bound,
they pull me in,
more, whispering, more–
give us more.
They don’t care
that I am parched.
Raising my hands,
I ask for help,
shelter me.
They still swarm.
Claiming they love me,
but love shouldn’t hurt,
like this.
One day I will escape
from them, one day…
I will be free.
shirts williams
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