Obsession equals self-obsession

 

Winds stir old words along the morning’s empty street

Post-it notes disguised as rainy day receipts

Some read ‘I love you’ others ‘Notice me!’

All trampled underfoot with necessary cruelty

 

These are the words that once unwound inside of me

A mind and tongue that railed against pathetic fallacy

Now tied to it – shadows bind truth to fettered memory

And shine on scattered letters where pleas threaten bribery

 

The wind and the rain and the paper coalesce

Grabby thoughts reduced to nought – vandalised, distressed

All that they’re fit for – at their very best

Greed and egoism drown in torrents unrepressed

 

Desires this inclement can only lead to grief

And from that hope and reason must oust such false belief

To confuse love with approval is counterfeited wealth

When the riches of serenity can be found within one’s self