We snatch and grab,
Desperately needy, opportunist,
Heads turned by the sparkle
Of diamond-coated happiness
No more than charcoal.
Why does the promise of glitter
Have us all atwitter like
Manic magpies chasing gold
In an unwinnable race?
Caught in a scuffle
That achieves little more than ruffled feathers
Until we shuffle off this mortal coil.
To the victor no spoils, since
Delivers only a fraction of the satisfaction
We crave –
Endless cycle of distraction and
Sold a dream, a treasure,
Which simply cannot bring us pleasure.
Emma H, age 26, 17/08/2017
This is my 200th post on In Emma World! 😀 It’s crazy that in just under 7 months I have managed to create and post this much content. Thanks to all of my followers and readers for your support so far, I’m looking forward to writing even more 🙂