Warnings: This is a prayer, if you don't like that please skip this chapter
If I scoured the whole wide world
And found and took all of the gold
I'd still feel empty deep inside
With an unabating cold
If I had a million friends
That I could talk to every day
I'd still be lonely late at night
Wondering why I feel that way
If I had all of the food
I wanted placed upon my plate
I'd still never be satisfied
My hunger one the world can't sate
If I were the smartest one
To ever grace this large green earth
I'd still be searching all my life
And find no knowledge of much worth
If I had all of the rest
A doctor could ever prescribe
I'd still be exhausted from
An ache that words cannot describe
If I were most beautiful
Of all the women, young and old
I'd still be so gross within
Like gold on top of smelly mold
And if I had all of the love
A woman could ever desire
I'd still want love purer yet
My heart would yearn for something higher
So next time I want something more
Than what you choose to give to me
Remind me all I truly want
Is found beyond what I can see
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
