a poem about the destructive nature of obsessions


It rages like a fire

eating up the earth

consuming everything in its world

everything it encompasses

everything it is given access to.

Made like a bull

it charges

when it sees red--

a threat

a challenge, maybe

or perhaps just something in its path.

But in the end, 

it is its own destruction

when it has no more to consume

no more food to feed its hunger

it dies,

starved to death

because it has 

destroyed and devoured

everything all at once,

leaving nothing left

for it to feast on.

The End

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