There is no cure for care.
The unstoppable haunting of chronic wanting.
This fire, called desire. This disease called need.
This inarticulate pain for a particulars name
you orate in vain, Cycling thru your brain.
It’s saying your insane. Again and again you pray
for a gain to reclaim.
Enticing and exciting, with an urge to purge
your vanity, exiling your sanity
Madly, badly, to the grave attraction
that enslaves you with its gravity.
Daily. Nightly.
Simmering in your psyche.
The insidious acidic action
of ridiculous insipid passion.
beware who you are asking
to get to know,
they may grab fast to your soul,
and you find its your hands,
that pay no mind
to your demands
and wont dare let go.