Need

I envisage it in my dreams, in my desires, in my hopes

It shimmers in my mind, pierces and elopes.

It swarms in my soul, I want it that bad.

It’s descried in the lane, lest it was for the ropes.

I strain my arms for it is waiting to be touched

I contend my fetters, I want it to be nudged.

It lets me a sly look, my hopes winged and swollen

It attends me that time, and then it has budged.

That one fine morn, when I go down on my knees

I stoop to the ground and expeditiously I seize.

It’s been quite a while, oh now yes, it has

My struggle with the confiners has come to an ease.

I ultimately achieve what has pestered me so long

In the route of rapture, my hopes all throng.

I expect to perceive the fulfilment of soul

It soon becomes clear that I have been wrong.

My dripping blood has rather now turned into gore

I cannot fathom why I had craved it to the core.

The desperation was a part of the thrill of the chase

Now that I finally possess it, I want it no more.

                                                                                          

                                                                                             - яhԑȃ