The Restless Craver

The Restless Craver



Faulty hours of restlessness,

For rest is to me vanquished,

When my mind is combined

With combinations confined.



To love is to destroy sense,

To concede desire is to die

A death of loving defence.



She resides in another cry.



Victorious defeat from living

In a futile dimension of emotion;

The log down the river drifting

In a silent craze of hazed motion.



I love her with no Understanding,

A restless craver withstanding...