....

a poet by nature...
a greed with emotions,
in envy of happiness,
is love in this question?
what emotion has it's doubt,
if its a feeling?
my hands haven't been cleansed since birth.
carrying all the guilt, hurt, sadness ever since then.
young enough not to care,
but old enough to know.
insperations take on this road,
and drive my mind in all directions.