DEPRIVED

I crave for your endearment

But instead, you’re feeding me with your temperament

What you’re doing to my soul…

Is more than torture!

You left a dent

That I can’t protect

Can anyone absorb this heavy feeling?

Consume this dark being

Caress this ill soul

Feed her, with the last drop of gold

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15 comments

  1. This made me have an, ‘Oh, that is pretty’ moment πŸ˜› It’s like, I get the feeling being communicated and it is harrowing, but nonetheless, that last line is delicately striking.

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  2. That last line was very revealing πŸ™‚ Looks like a reckless situation between too people to me. That’s just my interpretation, but I really liked that your poem was open to the reader in terms of finer details.

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