Treasure Island

Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Longing A Banished Word!


If I could cast a magic spell
To cover the deceit
Protecting kin from any Sin
Then freely we could meet

Saved from hurt, the ones we love
A parallel we'd find
Where longing was a banished word
As nobody would mind

But no such trick exists
So surreptitiously we tread
Need outweighing guilty thoughts
no mention of it said

More sensible would be
To pinch the flame that burns within
Yet the sorrow that this idea brings
Extinguishes the sin

How cruel it is to have to choose
Each path carved through the soul
But one path shatters many lives
The other leaves them whole.

Submitted: Monday, October 01, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 02, 2012

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