I feel the crushing weight of greed.
Of hunger
For only what she needs
Attention.
I always continue to feed
The tempest.
It’s only when I start to bleed
I notice.
There’s more than this life she leads
My own path.
One without a binding deed
A new start.
I’ll plant my delicate seed
Somewhere new.
It will grow as wild as weeds
Forever.
Unbound from darkness and finally freed.
