By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
What do I desire within life?
Is it lust, money, or just to
live as is?
Though greed pays a hefty price,
As though my hands came
from the abyss.
With faces of glee, I witness thee,
With smiles that bury their souls, masking what I see.
Such hands wrapped around with sorrow,
As their warmth provides a
blanket so hollow.
Must I endure such profound days?
Questions continue to flood my brain going stray.
Life is a given to all that witness,
Death is the truth, along with wishes.
