The Moon Child Wants to Catch a Fish
I find myself in want.
Want for words that aren’t angry,
that don’t drip poison through my
twisted lips.
Want for thoughts that produce
change, that don’t just steep in
viscous discontent.
Want for the worlds beauty
to rest in my eyes, lounging on
my tired corneas.
I feel greedy to want these wants,
when there are so many in need.
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I felt this in my gut. Very powerful.