Road To Serenity

Bonded desire, laced in lark, like a glow of moonlight spark that creeps softly in the dark and pummels to make its mark. It is for affection that it tickles in motion like a heart drowsed in potion, drowned in sea of tame emotion. It is wrapped in ecstasy that is thicker than the sea for the longing soul to see that it’s not mere fantasy. But too much desire is dangerous, it is wild and perilous, it can drown the heart of Venus, for its soul is weak and tenuous. For lawless desire is wrong like a tune from a forbidden gong that echoes like an odd song to where it does not belong. It’s like the fangs of aversion that are noxious like a poison for they’re polished in illusion of distaste through bigot reason. For hate itself, for whatever motive, can make our souls a captive of the filthy hands of violence laced in shadows of prejudice. So in everything we do we must be sure we think it through; let the flames of hate subside before we make our moves aside. For regrets won’t heal a scar more so if it is latent, it’s like a deep wound from a war, for in the mind, it is patent. September 28, 2022, 12:12 PM Desire and Aversion Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker