Hungry

I am human. No more, no less.

So how can I be held lower than others

Or how can I be held higher than others?

With no God, who can judge me except myself?

Influenced by what most would call greed,

But isn’t it possible that I call it ambition?

Determination with a will that cannot be broken?

And motivated by my failures and persecution?

Hungry and I have yet to be satisfied.

Falling

One hand grasped to cherished memories

Another holding onto unrealistic dreams

I’m falling with no way to brace the impact

I’m falling, unwilling to let go and help myself