I wrote this about a year ago, and while it is quite over-dramatic, I still like it. Let me know what you think:
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"Bitter agony,
Patron of sorrow and brother to torment.
Never, when wanted, are you there.
I could wish you on a murderer or rapist and never see it fulfilled.
I might endeavor to press you against the breast of my enemies,
only to learn nothing has come of it.
I can even will you on liars, cheaters, and bigots, but will you come?
No.
Though, when I least desire it, you will visit,
bringing with you the darkness to conceal yourself.
You might fell my bride on my wedding night.
You may harm my kin when I can not help.
And you will kick me when I am down, only relinquishing when I am out,
but returning when I have as well...
It is will you seek, but not of those who want you.
You feed on it ravenously and are never sated,
no matter how abundant you become.
We have it to spare, maybe more than others do,
but still you are never sated.
You grow until even we cannot sustain you,
us with our 'indomitable will'.
My only consolation is that,
when there is little left to consume,
you will die.
It is just a shame that you will take me with you."