The Weight of Gold

the shine blinds, the grip tightens,  

you claw, crawl, bleed for more,  

a hollow chest stuffed with coins,  

no room left for the wind's song.  

desire breeds like stray dogs, snapping,  

teeth bared at an empty bowl,  

and still you pile it higher,  

brick by brick, a greed-built grave.  

you chain yourself to cold idols,  

polished steel bound to your wrists,  

forget the sky, forget the moon,  

you’re trapped in a vault of wanting.  

even God cannot pour light in,  

a heart bricked with unspent lust,  

you worship until you suffocate,  

rich dust whispers your silent name.