Scarred SanityA Poem by J.Sin2017.11.11 I don't often write love poems, so this one is a rarity.I am a tortured beggar. I can still taste our malfeasance upon my lips. The aphrodisia and hunger Left as a memento upon my soul smolders; An agonizing pain in my chest, One that makes my knees weak every time I think of you. I have become a dichotomy of thought Versus action, part rational part animal. With whispered introspection I question everything; Condemn my very existence. The immorality in my mind, Unfamiliar clutter these days, A butcher that rips me to shreds. An internal rebellion, Fighting for social control, irrational In it’s push for monochromatic personal politics. But… still, the taste of you upon my lips, the fire in my chest, the memory of your warmth as the cold winter air slowly pushed
us closer together is dementedly intoxicating. This is what I have always imagined true love to be… … and it is f*****g tearing me apart. © 2017 J.Sin |
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Added on November 11, 2017 Last Updated on November 11, 2017 Tags: love, longing, depression, fear, sadness AuthorJ.SinBanská Bystrica, SlovakiaAboutCanadian living and working in Slovakia. World traveller, musician, writer, and teacher. Former music/film reviewer for "Cassette Culture" online magazine. 5 self-published poetry/short story books in.. more..Writing
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