Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 120

Like soulless spirits,
Like unconscious demons,
We drifted through
The lugubrious night,
Possessed.
I looked
Everywhere,
Craving
For more.
I awaken to see
Heaps of
Gold and silver
Scattered over myself,
While jewels and pearls
Were clenched firmly
In my now
Wrinkled fists.
Interspersed between the
States of
Disgust and confusion,
I float away
From the sight
Of this tragedy.
A moment
Of epiphany,
Comes to light.
And I see that
Greed has reaped
Me.