All we want is something to touch,
And when it’s gone we’ve had enough.
Disgust fuels an empty mind,
And leaves a heart wholly untwined.
Too many days left at the last,
Alone thinking of what has gone past.
Bitterness rots a healthy heart,
And beckons life to depart.
The future looks to far to catch,
While the present kills the rest.
Fear composes an ugly tune,
And swallows light well past noon.