It is not enough, all these things are not enough.
Food turns to ash within my mouth, wine to salt in my throat.
I have gold that does not shine, diamonds that never glitter.
Each conquest feels more like a surrender, my every victory a pyrrhic one.
I try to sate the void, but I only increase its hunger.
by Nicholas Byrley
Looking at the poem now, it seems a bit depressing. I just found my mind wandering over the subject of greed while I worked. Thinking of those people who spend their life in pursuit of things. Rarely happy no matter what they obtain, it consumes them in the end. Its the way the lost live, those blind to life’s more important things. So even though its depressing, I think the poem sums up those people well. Perhaps I’ll call it a warning or a wake up call.
Tell me what you think, I’ll have a regular post up tonight.