Money, time, precious gems and fame
Cravings others struggle to claim
Idle goods that I just don't need
Can't succumb to the hands of greed
From the heart, blackened claws emerge
To the innocent mind, a scourge
They grip your senseless wants and feed
I can't fall to the hands of greed
Emboldened by society
To rid them of anxiety
To save a future guaranteed
They turn towards the hands of greed
Altruism takes and leaves you void
It's like seeing your life destroyed
Yet still, you insist that you bleed
Because you can't have hands of greed
Greed's an imp, erratic and wild
But, when I looked, I saw a child
Scared and thin as a trampled reed
Pure and grey were the hands of greed
A part of me wants to help it
The deprived child left in the pit
Sobbing, crying out to be freed
Should I accept the hands of greed?
They say I can do more, be more
Attain joy I couldn't have before
And escape this world of misdeeds
Just by grasping the hands of greed
Desires are what make a person
Fuels zeal, burns doubts till they're gone
Imagine those we can exceed
If we reach for the hands of greed
Predators bribed by worthless prey
We selfishly led them astray
To live not survive, I concede
My hopes promised by hands of greed
A peaceful paradise I seek
Something I truly wish to keep
Hoping that I did not misread
I reach to hold the hands of greed
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
