A Passion Gone

things that we like to
do never tire us

it is the tiredness
that surrenders

this passion makes us
alive

desire stirs us like
a big whirlpool after a tsunami

it is this quest
that makes us indefatigable

but when every passion is gone
every desire consumed

what is left is nothing
there is no reason to live

and we find ourselves
dying to be dead...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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