Half not whole, mind and soul.
Lurching ever forward, stumbling, crawling.
Sensibility confused, senses confounded.
Heart breaking, fears all founded…
Dreams shattered within a nightmare setting
where no peace can be reflected just rejected.
Desire all consuming, drowned out with a whisper,
Softly moulding words feeding infatuation,
Yet starving the soul still seeking fulfilment.
Loves addiction grips you-holds you..
The need for it exceeds all boundaries.
Yet you fight the freedom, wanting only the entrapment
to hold you in its power endlessly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Desire all consuming, drowned out with a whisper, Softly moulding words feeding infatuation, Yet starving the soul still seeking fulfilment. Loves addiction grips you-holds you.. love, infatuation, romance, wishes, eros, desires. well penned poem. all emotions everywhere. love ur poems. tony
It is so encouraging to receive such structured and positive comments Tony! My hope when writing is that in some way the reader finds a connection with whatever it is I am trying to express..You are more than kind Sir! thank you xx