Tempted Poem by Anisa Tara

Tempted



These tunes, they feed my anguish,
What ever am I to do?
You won't know until it's through.
The raging fires of guilt,
Destiny thrown askew.

These tunes, they feed my anguish,
What ever am I to do?
I listen and listen,
I listen until I come to.

Friday, February 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: music
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success