Desire

God, I give you this desire.

I know not what else to do with it.

To meet it in another place is to destroy everything good.

To seek it in a place where it doesn’t exist is futile.

Keep it buried? Well, I’m good at that with practiced decades.

But you know who dug this desire up inside me.

Forcing me to look at it.

It looks like Treasure.

It looks like it’s worth something.

So I give it to you, cry, and fight off the destructive dreams.

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