Treasure Island

Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

(November 28,1996 / Springfield, MA)

To Covet


Realization, sharpening my mind,
Plunges deeper than a dagger.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Eyes, moist with regret,
Stare blankly into nothing.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Loss, leaking from a broken shell,
Dominates all that is.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Smile, crooked with truth,
Metamorphs into ice.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.

Happiness, poisoning my perspective,
Inebriates the senses.
Just another nightmare.
Just another dream.
Yet still awake.

Submitted: Thursday, May 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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  • Ace Of Black Hearts (5/9/2013 2:50:00 PM)

    We all have the urge to covet some more then others.
    A mere obsession wrapped in chains.
    With whips we try to tame.
    But do the scars we leave make them or us victims?
    A skewed perspective.
    A misrepresentation of what it is to be owned.
    Pretty globe, pretty ball, watch as I shake it and the snow falls.

    Thanks for sharing brilliant the poem. (Report) Reply

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