• Desire

    by Disha Singh

    The desire of the world swirls around us
    in blowing, gusting winds.
    The desire of the world mills around us
    until all of the lights dim.

    We may die today,
    we may die tomorrow.
    I don’t know what to say
    except I’ve seen the world’s sorrow.

    There is not much left to see
    since everything around us is engulfed with fire.
    This is what happens when we let our yearnings be
    the destruction of everything begins with desire.

    The desire of the world blows around us until the end of time.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on March 1, 2013

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner


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