Never Satisfied
Tight hugs, penetrating understanding,
Chocolate, vanilla ice cream and peanut butter,
first place ‘video games, search engines, NY Times Bests’.
Nothing, things undone fail to satiate — never will;
Just things just deeper than those just done.
Curse or blessing?
Old men learn too late to change their ways, to reconcile.
Fortunate I am to find nothing in my search, for
Someday it and I will fall away — rot and die –
unless someone can transport me to a far off place
To become whole under a golden sky.
Author Note: i am faced with the dilemma of never being fully happy. i think my grasp for perfection was pre-programmed in before conception by my loving Father, so i will look to Him to fill the void. i think we all want to fill this void, some just recognize it sooner than others.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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