A cruel mistress of suffering and joy.
It’s allure captivates and pulls the mind,
An endless cycle of pain and fleeting happiness.
A scale of want and need tipping,
How could this unstoppable juggernaut stop?
We’ll always to move till our grasp is meaningless,
By Clay Patterson, Contributor
Patterson writes, “I’ve always had a knack for writing and the short and quick format of poems have allowed me to write without worrying too much about finishing a project. I’ve written short stories, but I feel more confident in my poems as they material was written with more belief and emotion behind it than the stories.”