Freedom Precious

You pushed me out

To seek freedom precious

I, just the mill stone

Whose dull-boring dead weight

Dragged the “we” of us

To an untimely grave

Longing … No, lusting for

Life on your own terms

Adrenaline junkie; seeking novelty

Abhorring the sameness by

Worshiping the rush

Craven, craving ever driven

To locate your next hit

No rest from addiction

Or the thrill of the chase

Crater in your soul

Where selfishness

Pools deeply

Uncaring, hollow man-husk

Long line of your victims

Deal with the fall out

Left in the wake

Of the destruction you are