A Poem by mendedwords

Touching, tasting, mesmerized by the memories of sweet indulgence, or what seemed to be.

Bitter tastes of appetites for the internal vices we live by.

Bypassing the pinch of reality: topped off with pure cane sugar,
dusting whole foods to the side of the bed where the shadows live.

Who would've thought that adolescent mistakes could make it this far,

Or that innocent curiosity would draw the thin line between laying in gardens of roses and playing in the fire?

This again makes for the greatest dilemma of the evening,
Transforming one sacrifice into many moral victories.

Taste is sweet, yet strong enough to kill even the strongest form of resistance.

© 2015 mendedwords

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Added on January 8, 2015
Last Updated on January 8, 2015
Tags: Sugar, vice, indulgence



Vandalia, OH

I am a recent college grad who has developed a passion for writing over the past few years, my goal is to find out who I am as a writer and to one day have my poetry published. more..