A hollow hunger, deep inside, Where wanting festers, nowhere to hide. A grasping hand, a covetous gaze, Lost in the labyrinth of the endless maze. More gold it gleams, a siren's call, Ignoring whispers, destined to fall. The neighbor's bounty, a bitter sight, Consuming joy in the pale moonlight. Each acquisition, a fleeting thrill, Yet emptiness the coffers still. A heart constricted, cold and tight, Blind to the beauty, lost to the light. The feast laid out, a lonely spread, With fear of sharing, tightly bred. Possessions piled, a weighty chain, Binding the spirit, causing such pain. The final reckoning, stark and bare, No earthly treasure can then compare. The hollow echo, a whispered plea, For what was missed in the tyranny Of wanting more, and never enough, A life consumed by grasping stuff.