Greed


Every day I review my thoughts
that aren't strong, or capable,
that aren't what people want,
and I purge them from my mouth,
from my throat
in hopes that maybe
they'll come back as something else
they don't.
these thoughts, words,
that no one wants
I wonder why they were realized at all.
and yet
I still think and review them
like I have something to say.
I don't.
my words are a liar.
this is another failure.
There's very,very few things
in this world that anyone
can say they've mastered,
with these words
I can say i've mastered something
that everyone's got a diploma in
[Greed]

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