...Desires of the Devoured

By SolApathy

I am the wicked balance of your life
Call me strife, pain, callous rain
I am the bane
Brokered into existence, I am resistance
Troubled and trying
I am the roadblocks you are finding
I smile in secret desire
Your pain is my fire
Ire and defeat
Feed my soul—I reap
I am the thoughts that torture your sleep
Deep in your core
-Questioning your values until they are no more
Twisting the illusion of my fire
I whisper into you, my own desires
You will stoke my fire
Together we will become one
I devour your humanity and you didn’t even see
You are no longer, and never will
…Be

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Published on Saturday, July 1, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...Broken by our own thoughts...

Comments on "...Desires of the Devoured "

On Wednesday, November 15, 2017, Just Dave (448) wrote:

Many of us are our own worst enemy and it starts with the things we tell ourselves. Nice write. JD
A former member wrote: Thoughts can drive one to unexplainable ends sometimes. You weave such beautiful poems with your words, I can almost imagine your tongue caressing the words. Good job, dear heart. Rebs:).
On Monday, May 22, 2017, Drea (1388) wrote:

Those last few lines just made this echo.