Oh How I Lust

Oh how I lust for the thing everyone else has.
The plague of being the only without survives me.
Friends, family, strangers not one in need.

Not always is it silver or gold,
Nor objects of greed and status.
The object in craving, is not an object at all.

Sand falls between the void of ones fingers.
Greed is to yearn for the ever escaping sand.
That which I lust is not the sand, but the void it falls within.

Ungraspable yet desirable,
I wish to be wished for,
Want to be wanted.

I have a unquenchable need to be needed
I love to be loved,
As everyone else does.

And to think someone else thinks.
But why would they.
For I am broken, with pieces scattered

A shattered glass holds no water
The elixir of character and worthiness runs out.
Escaping through the walls which once were

A void exists where courage and kindness once was.
Self-discipline and motivation, replaced by a memory
The glass is empty, and so am I.

A fractured vessel holds no worth is wished by none.
Its shards harm those that are closest
Leaving the selfless with slivers and slicing pain

I am struggling
Alone in the cold, foggy, and war-torn Trenches.
A boy stands in the icy water, holding a weathered shovel.

Because it is I that dug the trench
And in this trench I have remained
It is now that I must learn to climb

Now is the put the shovel down
Now before the a trench becomes a grave
Now because I lust to be a glass unshattered

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