...Introversion

By SolApathy

Into the desires of devil’s that be
Crawling around
Inside of
Me
I
Am
Lost in the paroxym of dark pensive musings
Confusing
Drowning slowly
In my own sins
I cradle deep
Within
Never letting go
My foe; my friend
one in the same as I begin
Downward spiral into insanity’s noose
Feeling the pressure; erotic pleasure
Introverted measure
Where darkness is light
I end this
…Fight

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Published on Monday, January 30, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Am I the dark or the light; or the one who starts this fight?

Comments on "...Introversion "

A former member wrote: Deeply contemplating the deepest issues that drive us all to greatness or to great destruction. "Insanity's noose", oh yes they can be the things that tie the noose the tightest around our unsuspecting necks. Dan is right, in the end, we always give in to some extent. Brilliant as always, my dear. Queen Reb:).
On Monday, January 30, 2017, Jerry stiles (235) wrote:

Great poem,,sins suck,,and so does the devil,,hahaaaaa,,
On Monday, January 30, 2017, out there (166) wrote:

Brilliant. the old battleground in the heart of man and woman. And those introversions..i can relate. Top marks Sol! :)
On Monday, January 30, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

We can't deny our animal instincts or urges forever SA and it's a struggle that drives us all - some more, and some less, than others. Civilization is just a thin veneer and religion, a coat of wax. The holiest aren't having much fun either - Cheers! - Dan