'' That's The Real Price Of Lust '' Poem by Bri Mar

What's this obsession,
I want more from this life,
It gives me depression,
Then fills me with strife.

We've a life of pleasure,
Our lives are for living,
I have found my life's treasure,
But I have this misgiving.

My wife is my rock,
There's my wonderful kids,
So I need to take stock,
Or my life hits the skids.

We've a beautiful home,
What more could I want,
If I decide to roam,
Will it come back to haunt?

I've a life of bliss,
It is full of love,
So what is it I miss,
Does it come from above?

I don't need money,
There are two fancy cars,
My life is sunny,
My head's in the stars.

I don't really know,
What it is that I seek,
But it's bringing me woe,
It is making me weak.

I love all I've got,
But my life is a chore,
So to stop the rot,
I've got to have more.

What is this feeling,
That's driving me on,
It's sending me reeling,
How I wish it were gone.

Just what is it I want,
What will I find,
Will it come back to haunt,
Or cure my mind?

Am I really that sad,
Seeking what's out of sight,
Don't tell me I'm mad,
For I know I am right.

I'll do it one time,
Then won't ever again,
I'ts a victimless crime,
It won't drive me insane.

I've committed the deed,
Now I ask myself why,
Was there really a need,
Now I just want to die.

Now I've done it I'll perish,
For life is too short,
What you love you must cherish,
Or your mind will distort.

Just then I found out,
Why's it's taken so long,
I'm an adulterous lout,
I know now I've done wrong.

By greed I was driven,
For a bit on the side,
I will not be forgiven,
There is nowhere to hide.

There's nobody wants me,
I've no family or friends,
what really haunts me,
Is my pain never ends.

I think of those I've betrayed,
All those I held dear
Solely because I have strayed,
They are no longer here.

I am out on the street,
Living all on my own,
My demise is complete
They won't let me atone.

Treasure all you have now,
For it cannot be bought,
Remember that vow,
To love what you've got.

If you desire another,
just stop and ponder,
Those cravings can smother,
Your feelings will wander.

It's yourself you'll abhor,
You will know you were wrong,
Why, what for,
When it was there all along.

But now it's too late,
You cannot adjust,
You're a figure of hate,

‘' That's The Real Price Of Lust ‘'