This glass is half empty

Tell me how you live your whole life

Not appreciating every human

In your contact?

Not wanting to mine deeper,

Creep closer,

Over love, over embrace,

every soul in this room.

I want to know you all

But where's the time for conversing?

We work for materials

When really relationships,

kindness,

They recharge,

They refill us.

I hold many close to me,

Maybe too many for my wellbeing.

My bed

and me

and my guilt

Roll and battle,

To and fro

To and fro

But I dare karma to take them away from me

And I'll do the forfit.

I over estimate my ability-

Even with a heart full of joy-

to continuously give.

My mother and lovers fed it full,

Yet I'm stopped by

The amount of saddess

Your eyes and her eyes,

and their eyes

Hold.

And I realise,

I can't accept that

I can't give enough.

Clarity

remains

murky

to me.