I get this feeling from time to time
When I see something that's far too sublime
A restlessness too strong to ignore,
It makes me think my life's a bore
I hate the way this feeling creeps,
Controls my thoughts, won't let me sleep
And though I tell myself not to compare,
To not let my naïvety ensnare,
I can't help but feel an empty void
In the place where I'm lacking, what I try to avoid
Although some say that I should give up, move on
I can't control to what I am drawn
Because when there is something which I deeply desire
The dreams in my head will never cease fire
And when I am restless, when my mind is at war,
Don't you know my sole purpose is just to live more?
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Unattainable
PoetryA poem detailing the never-ending cycle of wanting things you can never have. - - One of the few good poems I've written.