When The Craving Is Left Alone – A Poem by P.S.

a magnificent void
No matter how much you fill
Emptiness always awaits
to kill.

Craving, thus
a magnificent void.

We crave
from one thing
to another.
But what do we gather?

Deep hollow,
and a bottomless pit,
Such is its nature.

And finally,
the wanting
is tired
of hunting.

We are
left alone,
only to surrender.

so do we.



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