Writhing with desire,
deriding control.
Night and day,
makes no difference.
Losing.
Blasé.
Tempting risks,
with a mindless oddity.
Taking it down,
with my desperation.
Threatened.
Exasperated.
It binds me,
tight and illusive.
Cruel screams,
tearing me out.
Bounded.
Escaped.
Eyes of madness,
deplores insomnia.
Feeding a mania,
I will not sleep.
Fluent.
Refused.
Craving for a requital to salvage my selfish prurience,
longing for absolute victory in a myriad of dementia.
I have caved in.
Hysteria.
Author notes
2. Title Prompts
A contest entry
- Golden Butterflies and Silver Clouds by MoonlitRoses.
500 points, ended September 18, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is amazingly intense and you did a wonderful job with the use of your title choice. I enjoyed reading this a lot. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck!
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