Addicted To The Search Poem by Aaron Lynn

There you stand again,
Your lust for youth outweighs your guilt.
You'll stack it up and watch it fall,
Then turn away from all you've built.
You cannot be that ignorant
Of what I've come to trace.
Your boots drip blood of dormant hearts
You've crippled in your wake.
Perhaps it is my jealously
Of numbness mending all your scars.
Or maybe its my utter contempt
For everything you are.
You're addicted to the search,
I see beyond the muse you spout.
You loved him more than your own life,
Then fanned the flame, and stomped it out.