The Sun At Midnight

Location

I follow as a poison-tipped arrow would,

tracking the heels of Achilles,

honing in on a weakness you were

powerless to prevent

 

my path is one of

greed,

hunger,

thoughtless self

 

as though I were the sun at midnight,

extinguishing the element which

allows the stars to shine:

darkness

 

and foolishly I believe that

I am right

I am justified,

my erratic pulse takes precedence to those

 

who would dare

interfere

with my fire, the desire that burns

in lieu of compassion.

 

what need I of compassion?

I am the unforgiving sea;

I drown whatever I want

and I satisfy whomever I please.

but not before I satisfy

 

myself.

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741