Everyone has a desire, or several. It’s a constant battle for some people to turn and walk away from those deep dark hidden desires. I know I had struggled for years with this. I think I was 25 when I decided that if its so hard, it must be worth it right? Not every desire is going to be the same as yours… I’m going to let you in on what I struggled with. I wrote a very good description and put the words into a poem. I hope you enjoy.
Deranged thoughts creep through his uncentered mind,
The clocks, the hands, turning back in time.
The memories always forbidden, always withheld,
Locked and captured always in his shell.
Abstracts and images always a wonder,
Always persisting, trying to ponder.
The sparks flew, the wires they tangled,
The body that fled, the neck was strangled.
The energizing fire, the burning flame,
This mate of mine, these are his games.
His pleasures, his happiness, his ruthful stains,
The stairway to hell, all in for his pains.
The heat, the passion, the bilingual disguise,
For he’s part of my soul, but on the other side.
How can I get back, I’m trapped within,
Hidden in the darkness, drenched with sin.
Tasha Geller ©copyright 2005