Ed Ellsworth

THE HEART IS A NEEDY PLACE TO FILL

Famished to fashion a face of fame
Abhor any scent of submissive will
Harmless events and fools to blame
The heart is a needy place to fill

Feasting on senseless sexual pleasure
Gorges a most ravenous appetite
Fraudulent love, a desperate measure
Devouring passive and polite.

Forgotten – is the rational mind
As vanity tightens the hangman’s knot
Vision of fairness, blissfully blind
Cloaks a jealous judge within the heart

Frantic, in the end to recognize
Less is the lesson left to learn
A collection of tangible relics to maximize
Possessions, the needy heart will not return

Forlorn, our nature, be the one
A crusted supercilious life
Expired the heart, leaving nil undone
Slain by a self-serving knife