Untitled, Unnamed!

It's hard to think
To breathe even
With the clutter of thoughts
And noise even
Mundanities
Fighting for space
Idiocities
Belonging solely to the human race
Poetry will have to wait
While I rant and rave
About selfish desires
I have no need to have.
Human beings have a quality
No other species deigned to have
The ability to self-destruct
In want of all things but
What they already possess
Looks less shiny
Than what beckons to them
From another's kitty.
Call it temptation
Call it sin
Call it illicit
Call it a whim
But our fancies lead us
To break our own rules
And the already fragile
Realm of our dunes
Those gentle slopes
Become craggy edges
As they beckon us
To let ourselves fall over
At such a time only
When we're truly lost and lonely
There comes the hand of one
Which we think pushes us over
That hand my friend
Is but the one which
Lets you get a taste
Of how bad it can be
And bails you out also
When you see
How treacherous
The sea below can be.
Deem not that hand
As evil then
But think instead
Of how you'd be lost
If you weren't held
Weren't tied together
By the one true reason of life
That which is simply,
Love Divine