Desire
A self-fulfilling reality
Selfish by design
Without a thought of another

A plain blank page
Consideration of nothing
But need in the moment
A use without guilt

Purpose without care
Taking…all that has meaning
Value, worth
Leeching of everything that represents goodness
Until emptiness remains

A life without meaning
Adrift in the void
Of a grey existence
Just another day in a place called
Earth…

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe