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Marketa Richnavska

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Lust


The screams inside my chest
Won't let me stay in rest
It's not my heart that moans
It's my demon's underdose

The whimpering I hear
Just leaves me walk in fear
And the only cure I know
Sits with you in second row

But I'm afraid to reach your hand
Let it take me to a promissed land
'cause I've been there before
And it had rotten me to core

It left me cured, but lost
And when I reached the coast
I suddenly felt the need for more
And made me rot even more to core
And I wanted to close the frickin' door

But it remains on my list
Of all the possibilities
To help me escape this heaven's hell
Even though she'll soon be back – I can tell

But for now I'm prepared to wait
For my very own escape gate
When she shuts up and lets me finally be
The lord of my own humanity

Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

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  • Rookie - 460 Points V P Mahur (3/5/2014 7:43:00 AM)

    dear Marketa
    Lovely imagination in this poem. I liked reading it.
    Please read my poems and leave a comment
    Thanks (Report) Reply

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