The Weight of Wanting

Bills pile high, a mountain of demands,

each slip of paper presses down, an avalanche.

Empty pockets rattle with echoes of dreams,

a friend shares plans; I swallow hard,

while wishing for dimes that slip through my hands.

A wallet worn thin, the scent of lost chances,

glimmers of abundance once tasted, now gone.

The weight of wanting wraps tight around my chest,

a familiar pain that lingers, too close to rest.