Cowardly Creature

a nameless thing 

quite solipsistic 

can't keep what it wants 

shallow and materialistic 

it wears the folly of hope on it's face 

(the thousand yard glare)

boasts about how many wanderers 

that have crept between it’s thoughts

it isn't a Person

though that's what it's always sought 

take away it's attention 

lurking it has no voice

take away it's source of energy

with abundance it lacks a choice

(the outskirts of eternity)

on the wall dimly beguiled

stitched up .. ripped apart 

enamored within deeply

a silent weeping child