Covetousness

Desire is a restless tide, pulling me where I cannot hide. A hunger that won't be fed, a song repeating in my head. I reach, I yearn, I chase in vain, always close, yet far again. Distraction fails, my thoughts still stray, returning to what slips away. Like whispers lost upon the air, a longing met with blank despair. A craving fierce, yet left denied covetousness, though justified. V ..