Poetry of thought

Gold

Unexpected aspirations are my fears
But as you know,
It wasn't far off what drew me near.

The problem now,
Is not to stay,
But how to find
Another way.

Sustained in silk
Is where I lay
Just as all
The other days

You leave me now
Without a choice
I'd much rather
Have no voice

You can see me
As I wither now,
But please don't ask
Anything but how.

No tears are shed,
No lies are told,
Now I am unfurled,
Anything but gold.