Victim
Passion with the enept
Virtuous to respect
All wish to expect
As I walk to the valley of my own creation
A mist forms to hide my deviation
I frolic to my expectations
And expect the best sensations
I will myself to feel wanting
I stay still to feel I'm haunting
Can you see me? Can you hear me?
My suffering I'm flaunting
The journey of life is daunting.
My ego's appetite wanting
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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