Desire

And under this heavy weight of thirst
Shall our knees not buckle with this need
Or will you take it from me first
Before my woeful heart concedes?
Let poetry defy the miles,
Words build a road by which to lead
Me to a life free from denial
Of a restless soul whose sin is greed.

: 21 Feb 2010 01:21 |  Tags: Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem