Be Mine Poem by Laura arwen

I often want
everything to be
mine
Sometimes I think
I need everything
immediately
Material things make
me sad and
angry
There's no way
people get into
their awareness
I'm so avid
and stupid to
want or pretend
to want every
sort of thing
I don't want
to lose my
chaos but I
need to do
it
Now I'm aware
to have more
control
I lost my
spiritual identity
I have a
lot of sorrow
in my bones
Sometimes I'm a
stranger to myself
I want only
a little moment
of glory
I remain indifferent
to hopes and
a radiant future
I also remain
indifferent to desolation
I ask a
bit of happiness
I feel safe
and absurd in
my home
I think the
loneliness is a
desolate and empty
place