obsession

by T.M. Gray

Night falls with her silent sigh.
Lost are we
and the understanding we seek so badly
flares once, then dies,
swallowed up by our obsessions.

When our hearts desire so much,
how could we fail to live?
Experience life?
Materials demand our attention:
Schedules, agenda, politics revolve around them.
We are the Fallen Ones.


(c) 2000 T. M. Gray, All Rights Reserved

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