Below is the poem entitled Lust which was written by poet
Vitale. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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To be at odds with your maker when its flame has a disgusted wick
To lust then have not cause you give into your lusts
In broadened arrows were idiots fly away from the one we have to do
Where as others outside really haven't a clue
We each must choose our master before that certain factual date with fate
The haunt in full view meditates on new wine yet
Would never help to defend their brother
Men of corrupt minds that plug with destruction
Those strange voices in my head filled with dread locked away almost dead
Fallen lines drawn in the sand when to understand
That late far away plan filled with lust expensive perfume on the wall
Four walls in their thick shawls the no it alls
Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze today I'm just stuck inside this maze!