Destructive Passions Poem by Laura arwen

For me reading
is a destructive
passion
They are very
sentimental and you
can not separate
yourself from them
It may happen
that some of
them kidnap the
soul
Some of them
are the worst
provocations
From them expected
the worst because
they are damn
impulsive
Any poem is
destructive to the
mind
Sometimes I miss
to have real
passions
Sometimes I don't
understand why the
passions are so
destructive
Some of them
are very stupid
They burn the
soul and the
mind
Sometimes they are
persistent nightmares
They are the
cold excuses for
the insane perversions
They are invisible
transformations and they
will lead you
to the tenuous
darkness
They empty you
forever and make
you feel very
empty
For some people
they are terrifying
For someone they
are the most
atrocious confinement of
insanity and loneliness