A DIARY OF GREED

                     A Diary of greed



Alas! From a thirsty miser, to a haughty, yet rich man who only understood how to take and not give, I am now a worthless wretch who abandoned all his properties. My once reckless life of fame is still unforgotten, still shamed by many. That very fame was rewarded to me by my greed for money, and yet, that was the very greed that took my life away from me. As I rot on this isolated piece of land, trying to escape the ghost of my old life, and all who I owe my money to, I felt the need to explain how I ended up this way. Let me break down the story of my life, sentence by sentence, after which you will be able to understand how corrupting money can be...


                         A POEM OF GREED


An incredible family, deficit of corruption,
Blacksmiths, working at fire, from midnight to dawn,
Hands black from the soot, barely able to function,
Eyes tearing, cinders shooting out to the lawn.

Yet, from a family so precendented for work,
Rose the man who was an indignity among them.
Days of suffering made haunting avarice lurk
Down the depths of his mind, surrounding him.

In days, he left behind his family, his life,
Pursuing a passion with a jaunting hollow-
So deep, so raw, it seeped with strife;
He was never one to stoop so low.

The further he went, the greater it possessed,
Every midnight cloaked to seem like day.
But there lied the truth, uncloaked and unpossessed-
He was trapped, yet knew that was not the way.

Without humility, arrogance dulling his presence,
He strode high and low, but the latter held an edge.
The thirst for money triggered rebellions-
And that rode him to the very tip of the ledge.

He stole not just the money but the headlines,
Wanted banks while he was the wanted.
Seeing riches as deities on shrines,
Cost him his place, which had him daunted.

The tip of the ledge could hold no longer,
And his life was finally ripped apart.
He was chased past the cliff and over
For a hobby he hoped to be a unique art.

Over the sea, and now on an isle,
He barely has a chance at paradise.
His story has extended aisle after aisle,
But culminates with the roll of a dice...

-NAME UNKNOWN*



Found at: Unnamed Is.




-Sahana Raghuraman