Graciously

I am the air in space,

no matter what you give I take.

I take and take,

across the abyss.

My soul consumes all every last wish.

I’m tired of my own two hands. 

Turning things to gold,

souls at that!

I am sick of being the one,

who breaks as ask for mercy upon,

a tattered remnant of what once I was.

Untouchable, or try and see. 

I am the shatterer who makes you give,

I am the taker for which you live,

I am the wretch which once was lost,

Now found, I simply wander on and off.

 I am a child with little hope,

I ask today and tomorrow for more. 

I am the greatest,

most insolent

failure,

I am loved and should never hope for a favor.

 I am a hole within the sea,

trying to drink all the grace around me.

            But even that I find,

                                                I’m failing, 

                        Graciously.