Minimalistic Poem

I want it.
I must have it.
I have to posses it.

I own it.
I don’t use it.
I have debt from it.

It owns me.
It has changed me.
It steals time from me.

It blinded me.
It has taught me.
It has helped guide me.

I desire little.
I keep a little.
I am happier with little.

I miss little.
I stress over little.
I was transformed with little.

—Ryan Nicodemuslj