Wanting what I’ve yet to have;
Having given up what’s gotten me closest to it;
Now, while trying to stay the course, the craving becomes unbearable.
Hopelessly sinking into sensations of searing sincerity,
is I’d say Desire described.

Combating my mad midnight mind,
which tortures with glorious and fading reflections,
or teases with mirages I may never attain…
I find tranquility in the simplicity of finishing what’s on my plate.
Tragic irony? I don’t know, but it’s the first word that comes to mind.