Near At Hand Poem by Sean Green

The pleasure was near at hand
ready to cheer the day found bland
with a focus on beauty's sight
an end in lechery's pure delight

within the span of minutes spent
the outcome was heaven sent
for a time that was too short
before repetition was forced resort

now the need has been replaced
with inability to terminate
the desires that seek relief
from boredom and baleful greed

instead the days have no release
the thoughts kept without reprieve
pleasure is lost to bygone days
in the present of sad dismay.

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