- Erotic Poetry
- Treason
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Click hereThere's nowhere I can run
To escape the light of the sun.
There's nowhere I can hide
But passing over to the dark side.
Roll, Roll, the banging thunder rolls,
Ring a bell, ferryman comes for his tolls
Only when the moon has risen
Can I be loosed from my prison.
That deepest part of me in treason
Has stolen my ability to reason
The searing touch of burning coals
Is all that soothes my weary soul
Black is the coal that stokes my fire
The little death is the release I desire
My want, my need, is urgent and dire
About my sanity one must surely inquire.
- COMMENTS
bflagsstabout 15 years agoThe other comment here gives the appearance of the author commenting on their own work, because the poem is a mess. Drop all rhyming and try to find a beat, try to say something new about your personal experience. Don't play games, if you are--if you're not you've no need to be angered by this comment.
Anonymousabout 15 years agoBeautiful poem. Well written. I read few of your other work. There were some beautiful songs. You are very talented.
