The Urge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 14, 2018

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Yearning for a synthetic warmth 

I know won't last forever, 

but that will last. 

Inauthentic, but real

are the urges, the need, the want, 

and I seal, 

my fate along that dusty road. 

 

A storm brews and shakes the ground, 

boils the blood, minimizes the pupils, 

and lets consciousness slip away. 

Sweet blackness, a blessing in disguise. 

 

The devil is a fit young man, 

with pockets on the inside

and powder in a ring. 

He beckons and I follow, entranced, 

enslaved, weakened to sin. 

Just a break, I promise myself,

just a moment's peace,

that's what I chase, 

And that's what he presents, 

with a grin on his face.


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