Greed

There's a crawling
In my mind
Whispering
Poor me, poor me
Centering me
As chaos
Consumes me
But never to think
About what others see
The pain they do feel
It is always too late
Release and me
And guilt completes
The inner fate
A monster yet
A crawling deed
The wrath of all
My want and need

poem by April Swan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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