what i desire owns me,
though own it i never will,
From the suns rising it owns
mine thoughts and leaves them not
till i rest in sleep when the darkness
arrives.
My desire slowly eats away my life
like a cancer when still young and
enslaves me to its cravings....
Oh...How pleasant and endearing those
cravings are for in that moment i own my
desire and forever wish to be trapped in
it for ever but as i have come to learn
in life we never get what we desire but
what we deserve.
So forgive me as indulge me self
alittle while longer in my desire
for not slaving for her means no
Delight to my days, only
SADNESS! ! ! ! !
By Alfred
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting write, Alfred...10+++