Compulsions Poem by Nick Kler

Compulsions



Memories of you
Keeps me busy
All through the night

What am I supposed to do?
When you get into your passions
That are filled with aggression

I close my eyes
And let them rip
Through the cerebral
of my brain
Into the cracks of my spine
Without a scream or a sound
Just to feel love around

How am I supposed to sleep?
I take everything I have
And I slowly feed them
to my ever hungry compulsion
Little bit at a time

Maybe, they would last
A little while longer
This time around
Filling the moments of life

Saturday, August 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: past,hate,love
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