I Couldn't Talk About It, So I Wrote a Poem
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Based on my interview with a male relative about the sensitive topic: compulsive, dangerous habits that can ruin self- esteem
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Raging murmurs of night's incensed flame
Release my soul from time's lonely contempt;
I pour groans, greased bills for this secret craving
That my mouth, in disguise, words play
About sweet babbles, once again
To incite passion quite crude of fleeting trysts.
Pump upon pump of sighs quench
the emptiness
Just for now...my hunt for company
Loitering on a district 's sleazy street;
Untamed as the red of moon
That my thirst to relieve another gulp of angst
Unleashes what is cold and burnt within...
Until curving feline gaits slither along
Waiting for a prey; a gratifying reward
From a stained drained love dejected,
Not by grace's command this heart endures,
But through a lusty thought: life is simply a game.
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2024
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