poem #3

Ask and it eventually receives
Give and it cruelly deceives
It will always want more
But more breathless than before

My Soul! Yes, my Soul
Hungering for all that exists
Eventually taking its toll
I pass, offering but fists

We are two, we are one
We are weak, we are strong
We are sovereign, we are whole
Without it I'm nothing,
My unsated Soul


11/1/15