Adept

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I wrote this poem a year or so ago. My father was dying at the time, and I was looking for any escape. Relationships that brought me pain were an escape, and pain that wasn't related to my father was welcome.

Submitted: December 09, 2007

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Bathed in candlelight,
An assortment of whips,
A pair of handcuffs
Beside me,
I stare at you
With trusting eyes.

You won't hurt me.
Not more than the pain,
That I accept.
And if you do,
I will live,
Because I am adept.

Fog surrounds me, us,
we disappear,
and it's all over.
Reality is less real
Than being beside you
In a candlelit room
In a dream.
The hustle of daily life,
Makes all morbid thoughts
Evaporate.

And here too,
You won't hurt me,
Not more that the pain
That I accpet.
And if you do,
I will live,
Because I am adept.


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