Sometimes we give into things that make no sense at all
Dusty treasures I have carried
Dreams.
Passions.
Wishes of tomorrows to come.
Like cob-webs they formed
Lasting impressions
For the wonder of all they held
Like vines, tearing into the inner soul,
they wrapped their hands like a cocoon
Till my thoughts are no longer mine
Inwards they go, towards the deep darkness
Of soul wrenching agony,
pain deep, so deep it scares and sears the skin
And I scream.
'Oh move forward', I beg
Yet she doesn't listen,
this voice of insanity, promises never to come.
Instead laughs that oh so wicked laugh at me
Her voice a mere whisper
Yet I can hear her.
Oh yes.
Silky, deceiving, yet oh so powerful
'Listen' she says. 'Come' she invites
And eyes closed, I move willingly
Like in a fog, towards her chant
And she deceives
Knowingly, I move towards her.
temptation characterized as female by a female...
look at you partially taking the blame. This does show the temptation in the everyday of a moving personified character.
This is scary almost halloweenish I'd not like to be walking near a cemetary and have this fresh on my mind. Maggie you are genuis you have done it again Hooray!
Hello to all;
Been awhile since I been on. Most know me, some don't. Hopefully I can get to know the few that don't and catch up with all the other fine fellow poets/friends that have become so.. more..