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May 31
It burns, it gnaws, it tears away
This passion that, in my heart
Has made its unwanted stay
There are those who say that
To be free of it, there is a way

This way is not the one I chose
And now I mourn my lost repose
Foolishly I fanned the flame
What before had been an ember
Has now become a blaze

This blaze, it grows and grows
For my indulgence is its bellows
And the only way to **** this fire
To turn ashen what still glows
Is to extinguish my desire

This desire, oh this blazing fire
How I wish I could outrun it
But it never seems to tire
Onerous shackle that it is
Pulling me to the abyss
Written by
Erostrer
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