Rest (for Sunday Scribblings)

I’m trying to exorcise

A feverish force

An all-consuming desire

The stuff of hungry ghosts

To gain

To get

To arrive somewhere

The happiness I’m craving

Is never there

But something compels me

To chase the next thing

The temperature is rising

I’m fevering again

I’m a slave to my thoughts
To these flames of desire

Burning up inside

My mind is on fire

I want to stop

Give it up

Let it go

Retreat into stillness

Stop the show