The Inhuman Condition

"But you don't need me," she said,
her eyes breaking contact, looking down.

I did not realize at the time that, to her,
greed was a need
and others' needs deemed greed.

So I wander lost in the forest
scarred and sliced by never-ending knives of fear.

Safely out of hearing I scream:
"Where ARE you!"

Prey-seeking snakes slither
while I'm forced to drink from foul pools.

Truly I say unto thee:

"Life is a love or death situation."

She said I didn't need her,

Numbering my days,

Damned a futureless fool,

I tried to prove her right,

To win her love.