The plagues of emotion, a menacing jester
First lust
What is this curious creature?
He darts from the passenger seat, grabs hold the wheel
Takes me down a road filled with temptation
One where the road never dies
But the conscience more fierce with each turn of the tire
Next pleasure
Oh that warmth and elation
A tender heart enshrouded in love
Disrupted by realizations of temporality
Longing longing longing
Longing for eternity like heavenly
beings
It jerks to a halt; a stop sign
Expectant while also reluctant
Next comes melancholy
The realization of fallacy
The buts and why nots
Soaked in a cauldron of misery
More ingredients are added and stirred
Pushed farther into the mix
Scattering of pieces
Release of the tethers
Alas, I have no strength.
Pressed with such pressure
Fighting the inevitable
Warding off the intangible
This demon cannot be seen
Lastly, mending, healing
The emotional self has been tossed tattered demolished
A rebirth is in order, yet far from attainable
I
wish to wallow in this sorrow still longerAnd put off life until it comes knocking
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