Sunday, 12 February 2012

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