To keep a lust for something wished.
Yet seems as if to never get.
Can be a long affair had with agony.
Nothing substituting it,
Can come near to satisfy.
To lust for something wished.
With a determination kept to get.
Can not be explained to anyone.
Living day to day.
Blaming others for choices they made.
Changing them to pick another.
And still remain making excuses for it.
But lust?
Sticks like rust.
No one can get rid of it.
And lust unlike rust is difficult to give up.
Leaving one choice for one lusting to make.
Is to agonize and suffer through it.
Until what is wished appears.
And that which was hard to take.
Disappears to clear.
For something else to lust.
To forget what it was a new lust replaced.
Making it easier to be less agonized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem