The Need

the labour of the hours
those ambiguous minutes
pares away the day
then, work is done
yet, for some
its shadow lingers
its appetite unrelenting
need for need’s sake
demanding answers
instead of questions
instead of listening
in pursuit of
consuming people and things
the fusion of fear and dreams
fornicating in the mind
circumventing the limits of
circling around its carcass
like flies around….
hoping to arrive at that point
of no return
effortlessly cruising
to that final destination

By Paolo Michell


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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